Upon This Rock Songtext
von Steve Camp

Upon this rock, I will build my church
And the gates of hell shall not stand against it
Though Satan persecute my bride on every side, all is well
She is not defenseless

Well, the church began when a mighty wind
Came and filled that place
Crowned with tongues of fire, filled with holy desire
Oh, they spread their faith

But faced with opposition, it only made them strong
For these words of Jesus helped them carry on
He said

"Upon this rock I will build my church
And the gates of hell shall not stand against it
Though Satan persecute my bride on every side, all is well
She is not defenseless"

Though the martyr′s blood became a mighty flood
None could quench her flame
She's been beaten and scorned, left broken and torn
Still her light remained


Though kingdoms come against her, she cannot be moved
God′s mercy is upon her, His promise will be proved
He said

"Upon this rock I will build my church
And the gates of hell shall not stand against it, no, no, no
Though Satan persecute my bride on every side, all is well
She is not defenseless"

Upon this rock I will build my church
And the gates of hell shall not stand against it
Though Satan persecute my bride on every side, all is well
She is not defenseless

Though under attack, she will survive
'Cause the song in her heart is no compromise
For she is built upon this rock

He's preparing a bride, she′ll be spotless and white
For that wedding day
And for those who endure, who are faithful and sure
There waits a resting place

They may destroy the flesh but can never touch a soul
Not even the sting of death can keep her in its hold, no


Upon this rock I will build my church
And the gates of hell cannot stand against it
Oh, say it again
Upon this rock I will build my church
And the gates of hell cannot stand against it

Upon this rock I will build my church
And the gates of hell shall not stand against it
Though Satan persecute my bride on every side, all is well
She is not defenseless

Upon this rock I will build my church
Upon this rock I will build my church
Though Satan persecute my bride on every side, all is well

Upon this rock I will build my church
And the gates of hell shall not stand against it, oh no
Though Satan persecute my bride on every side, all is well
She is not defenseless