THOUGH THE BANKS ARE ALL COLLAPSING
And the stocks and shares are crumbling
Though the FTSE is falling
And the Dow Jones is sinking
Though the market’s are all crashing
And the government is panicking
I’m counting on God’s rule to prevail
And a sacrifice of praise, I will raise!
Going round & round & round & round
& round & round & round & round in
Cartwheels of Joy to my Saviour
Round & round & round & round
& round & round & round & round in
Cartwheels of Joy to my Saviour God
And I will stand on the mountain!
If the cherry trees don’t blossom
And the strawberries don’t ripen
If the apples are worm-eaten
And the wheat fields are stunted
If the sheep pens are sheepless
And the cattle barns are empty
I’m counting on God’s rule to prevail
And a sacrifice of praise, I will raise
He makes my feet like the feet of the deer
So I can stand on the mountain heights
Godfrey Birtill