when life closes in praise seems the pain wont end praise with all you have with all you can lift your voice and praise when all hope sems lost praise
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Oh sovereign God, Oh matchless King The saints adore, the angels sing And fall before the throne of grace To You belongs the highest praise These sufferings
Righteous and holy in all of Your ways We come before You with honor and praise Here to adore You for all of our days We come before You with honor and
Praise Him in the mornin' For tall and lofty trees And praise Him in the evening For children on their knees Oh and praise Him in the noonday For gentle
Praise ye the Lord all ye nations The Lord is reigning, you people rejoice The word of the Lord is a two-edged sword He's placed it in our hands Praise
Remnants, From the ash arise the allegiance Martyr's unforgotten lives, immortal Heretics, gods of the Dawning time... Vindictive Praise this source
The evil being Thirsty of death Lurk in the emptiness Empire !!! Wait to receive An offering for yourself Which he will pay Which he will pay !!! Searching
Praise This Massive Force Of Hate Praise The Strength Of Thee Worship All They Have Become I Am One With Thee I Await The Powerful Entities To Enact
Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition And we'll all stay free Praise
There's a song creation's singing And it sounds throughout the universe It's our longing for You, Jesus It's an anthem telling of Your worth Praise,
El tiempo nos dara la razon De Jah la bendicion Cantaremos hoy nuestra verdad Nuestra libertad whooy! Y en cada corazon esta la creacion La razon de
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Our God is the God of gods And our Lord is the Lord of kings The revealer of secrets of mysteries unknown Let the people praise our God Let the people
May our praise be all that You can hear From our lives to Your ears, Father Wondrous King, You are clothed in mystery Your hands set people free, Father
I fear that we'll miss Thy miracles of bliss Or that we'll misinterpret Thy meaning of Christmas How obvious can You be? We're too worldly to see How
I spit in my hands Into a void regret Arms of sorrow torn In pleasure dis conform Through your eyes Sweetness recantation The secrets that I know The
