The fellowship was genuine
The Spirit set them free
The early church provided
To each as he had need
Though persecution circled
still they multiplied
they met and prayed
the course they stayed
for Jesus they would die
It was the saints alive!
It was the saints alive!
It was a living breathing faith, the Holy Ghost deep inside
It was the saints alive!
It was the saints alive!
Defying empires through the ages they would not be denied
Now the clouds they gather
The sanctuary's cold
The church has lost the warmth
From the Holy Fire of old
The media is hungry
The scoffers walk away
Will the Lord find faith
upon the earth
When the trumpet blasts that day?
Do we have saints alive?
Do we have saints alive?
A hair's breadth away from hate speech, you know they're stokin' the fires...
Do we have saints alive?
Do we have saints alive?
Now's the time to rise as eagles, not growing faint nor getting tired!
C'mon you saints arise!
Now's the time to rise as eagles, not growing faint nor getting tired!
C'mon you saints arise!
Artist: Mbeyeline
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