The Thorn Bush Will Bow /David Ruis

To all those who mourn
Beauty crowns your head
There is precious oil
That makes the spirit glad again
A sacrifice of praise
A fragrant offering
Sing your lament Salvation is near at hand
To all those who long
A crown of justice waits There's weeping in the night Joy will rise as morning breaks
Though mountains fall While the earth is crumbling All heaven's trembling
The righteous will stand Like oaks of righteousness Strong and unwavering
When the sparrow hits the ground It is under watching eye
Though the righteous tumble down They get up again
When the brambles choke the soil Life is brimming underground
The meek will rise on eagle's wings Inheriting the earth
The mountains will sing Midst the clapping trees As we go out in peace

The thorn bush will bow 'Neath the healing breeze Of the myrtle trees