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It's the song of the redeemed |
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Rising from the African plain |
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It's the song of the forgiven |
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Drowning out the Amazon rain |
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The song of Asian believers |
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Filled with God's holy fire |
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It's every tongue, every tribe, every nation |
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A love song born of a grateful choir |
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It's all God's children singing |
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Glory, glory, hallelujah |
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He reigns, He reigns |
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It's all God's children singing |
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Glory, glory, hallelujah |
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He reigns, He reigns |
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Let it rise about the four winds |
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Caught up in the heavenly sound |
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Let praises echo from the towers of cathedrals |
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To the faithful gathered underground |
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Of all the songs sung from the dawn of creation |
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Some were meant to persist |
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Of all the bells rung from a thousand steeples |
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None rings truer than this |
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And all the powers of darkness |
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Tremble at what they've just heard |
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'Cause all the powers of darkness |
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Can't drown out a single word |
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When all God's children sing out |
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Glory, glory, hallelujah |
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He reigns, He reigns |
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All God's people singing |
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Glory, glory, hallelujah |
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He reigns, He reigns |
