of wrath are stored; He hath loosed the fateful lightning of His terrible swift sword; His truth is marching on. CHORUS: Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory
no psalm, you're not King David Sing me no high, hushed glory be Sing it to one, one of the broken And brother, you're singing, singing to me Sing me no deep hymn
in the hands of any struggle Never renounce or ever claim to be And never buy that freedom just ain't free now Ella sang, siftin' in the sand Like a hymn
Or PoAkaAgon, MiAchiAgan. Or SturAgeon Bay, WisAconAsin. All three towns claim to be the birthAplace of this hymn. On a hill far away stood an
to be sung O with undefiled tongue Son of our God, giver of life, alone Son of our God, giver of life, alone Son of our God, giver of life, alone Therefore
I thought it would be hard to believe in But it's not hard at all To believe I've sinned And fallen short of the Glory of God And He's not asking me
light as under a green sea, i saw him drowning the creatures in the frost's breath blasphemy in my eyes the holy sin for the glory all... in my dreams
Arise all ye warriors A battle we must win Be shielded in His glory Let the fighting begin Put on the holy armor It's time to take control Come along
last revolution. Oh the king shall be dead. Raise your swords, we want this head. Follow me and we will win. On your horses, it's time to go. Battle hymns
might see it rise realize deaths truth mystic god unholy wars no honour in death the black dawn is here this land shall be scarred battle hymns we sing
and the glory Raise your glasses high To the power and the glory Be with me tonight Tonight, yeah, yeah To the power and the glory Raise your glasses high To the power and the glory Be
Over spires arabesque For Him that blazed with holy praise That for a jealous God was meant Shining Feriluce Lustrous scourge of fallen spirits Basked in glory
ll find you Seek you nevertheless Running petroleum all over your legs The hymn that he sing won't be forgiveness The hymn that he sing won't be of love
hymns of obedience engulves my resurrected soul Feed me... fill my lungs with the souls of the sacrificed ones Worship... call for the black god aftermath
none of them are known existing in all places at all times - His glory shown in the majesty of nature, let the Hymn to Pan be sung for the myth is but
glory Raise your glasses high To the power and the glory Be with me tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight, yeah To the power and the glory Raise your glasses high To the power and the glory Be
Under the sun, Your kingdom come Your will be done, Your kingdom come Your will be done, Your kingdom come Your will be done, Your kingdom come Your will be
Telling you and you and why you exist Are they telling you how to submit to God-and do more that just honor lips Who's teaching you What it means to be
