Job, the story of a righteous man, tested by suffering, faithful to God. There was a man who lived in us, walked with God and feared his name. Seven sons and three daughters, servants, flocks and field of grain. Camels black across the morning Oxen working in the sun Every house and every blessing Job knew where his life had come Then a wind came from the desert And a messenger came running Then another, then another Till the fourth one said the same Fire fell, the raiders took them Roof beams broke and crushed his own Job stood up and tore his garment Shaved his head and knelt alone The Lord gave and the Lord taketh Blessed be his holy name In the ashes and the silence Job would not curse and would not blame He laid down in the dust and worshipped With nothing left and no one near The Lord gave and the Lord taketh Blessed be his holy name Then the source came on his body Head to foot and foot to head Took a piece of broken pottery Sat in ashes near the dead And his wife came down beside him, said, now curse the Lord and die. Job said, woman, speak no folly, take the bitter with the sweet. Three friends came across the country, sat seven days without a word. Then they opened up their mouths and spoke of things they hadn't heard. You have sinned, confess it, Job, now God don't punish without cause But the man inside the ashes would not lie to please their loss The Lord gave and the Lord taketh, blessed be his holy name In the ashes and the silence, Job would not curse and would not blame He laid down in the dust and worshiped with nothing left and no one near The Lord gave and the Lord taketh Blessed be His holy name And He said, I know my Redeemer, I know that He lives And though my flesh be wasted, with my eyes I'll see Him still Though he slay me, I will trust him Though I argue all my ways Let the almighty answer Let him come and let him say Then the whirlwind came down howling And a voice came through the storm Where were you when I laid the earth? Where were you when stars were born Can you call the lightning down, son Can you tame the great behemoth Job lay down and put his hand across his mouth And held his breath The Lord gave and the Lord taken Blessed be his holy name And the man who would not curse him Saw his fortune come again Twice the flocks and twice the cattle Seven sons and daughters, three The Lord gave and the Lord taketh Blessed be the Lord with me Blessed be his holy name Blessed be his holy name