Artist: Congress MusicFactory
Produced By: Congress MusicFactory
Album: Chenaniah 2006

Like a city on a hill
It’s plain for all to see
The tiny seed has become a mighty tree
Covering far and distant lands
Majestically it stands
Over the nations like a canopy

And all who come beneath its spread
Find abundance in the life on which they’re fed
Once submerged beneath the ground
Now no trace can be found
Because the seed is dead

Like a city on a hill
It’s plain for all to see
The tiny seed has become a mighty tree
Covering far and distant lands
Majestically it stands
Over the nations like a canopy

And all who come beneath its spread
Find abundance in the life on which they’re fed
Once submerged beneath the ground
Now no trace can be found
Because the seed is dead

Like a shepherd on a throne
The nations now our own
We will govern with equity and strength
And like a prince who seeks no glory
We will bow to serve
And be known as the meekest of all men

It all comes down to who I am
It’s my heart that determines if I can
Be entrusted with Your gold
Are my hands safe to hold
The destiny of men

Like a shepherd on a throne
The nations now our own
We will govern with equity and strength
And like a prince who seeks no glory
We will bow to serve
And be known as the meekest of all men

It all comes down to who I am
It’s my heart that determines if I can
Be entrusted with Your gold
Are my hands safe to hold
The destiny of men

I am dying daily
To the vices of my will
To the self-preserving force through which I’m built
I desire only
The processes that cause You to emerge
From within my shell
(x2)

Like a city on a hill
It’s plain for all to see
The tiny seed has become a mighty tree
Covering far and distant lands
Majestically it stands
Over the nations like a canopy

And all who come beneath its spread
Find abundance in the life on which they’re fed
Once submerged beneath the ground
Now no trace can be found
Because the seed is dead

Like a shepherd on a throne
The nations now our own
We will govern with equity and strength
And like a prince who seeks no glory
We will bow to serve
And be known as the meekest of all men

It all comes down to who I am
It’s my heart that determines if I can
Be entrusted with Your gold
Are my hands safe to hold
The destiny of men

I am dying daily
To the vices of my will
To the self-preserving force through which I’m built
I desire only
The processes that cause You to emerge
From within my shell
(x3)