I am living in a land of death The trees are burnt and grey There's a smoldering smoke overhead And the night looks the same as the day It seems a miracle that I can stand When everyone I've known Drifts up in the air with the ash Everytime that the wind starts to blow But I feel alive with a life that's not mine Your law is a stream in this wasteland, my lifeline So much more than precious gold are Your promises my Lord By them is Your servant warned And in keeping them great reward Your direction is my delight, Your law secures my roots I will meditate day and night, and in season you'll harvest the fruit Though a poison should threaten to kill, I know my Savior reigns And when the breezes of death leave a chill, I've got Jesus' blood in my veins So I feel alive with a life that's not mine And I'm believing that that was your intended design So much more than precious gold are Your promises my Lord By them is Your servant warned And in keeping them great reward The kingdoms of man have all decayed The ruins of progress have turned to waste The gods of greed lay in their graves Darkness is everywhere But there's a path in the dark that has emerged I can see a great light beyond this curse A brilliant blaze that is your word A beacon of hope that burns And I focus my captivated gaze On the radiant light from Jesus' face The water of life is all I crave Only your word remains So much more than precious gold Is the beauty I behold Give me the glorious reward Of knowing you, my King, my Lord