w/m: Roger Thrower
VERSE 1
LORD POUR YOUR FRESH OIL ALL UPON ME
ON THE TOP OF MY HEAD RUNNING THROUGH AND THROUGH
I NEED YOUR FRESH OIL MY GOD MY GOD
TO EMPOWER ME TO DO WHAT YOU WANT ME TO DO
CHORUS
IGNITE A FRESH FIRE AND SET ME ABLAZE
WITH A NEW PASSION BURNING
TO EXALT YOU WITH THE HOLIEST PRAISE
FOR MY HEART IS YEARNING
FOR FRESH OIL… FRESH OIL…
ENDING
FRESH OIL…
1 4 Then the waters would have overwhelmed us,
The stream would have gone over our soul;
5 Then the swollen waters
Would have gone over our soul.”
6 Blessed be the LORD,
Who has not given us as prey to their teeth.
7 Our soul has escaped as a bird from the snare of the fowlers;
The snare is broken, and we have escaped.
8 Our help is in the name of the LORD,
Who made heaven and earth.
