slave is our brother And in His name all oppression shall cease Sweet hymns of joy in grateful chorus raise we With all our hearts we praise His holy name Fall
why I attach the words My mind the brush, my life the canvas, the world, the easel Combines a perfect picture for people My words is colorful like autumn The way they fall
the falling rain Coming down like an Armageddon flame The shame, the ones who died without a name Hear the dogs howling out of key To a hymn called "
sin and error pining Till He appeared and the soul felt its worth A thrill of hope, the weary soul rejoices For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn Fall
within us praise His Holy Name Christ is the Lord, o praise His Name Forever His Power and Glory evermore proclaim His Power and Glory evermore proclaim Fall, fall, fall
falls That tune's not his it's Kenny Ball's I have no poem that describes my charm No story told that's short and sweet I have no hymn, I have no psalm
slave is our brother And in His Name all oppression shall cease. Sweet hymns of joy in grateful chorus raise we, Let all within us praise His holy Name! Fall
the name on our shields I look at the sky, On crowd dead on the field This eternal winter Will not rise The legions will sing this hymn United for a
The resurrection of the king Don't let us fall... Brave souls of the hall The resurrection of the king Don't let us fall... Remember my friend The souls
If the sky should fall into the sea And the stars fade all around me For the times that we have known here I will sing a hymn to love We have lived and
hide Every mistake is really worth a try I know a way a lie can be refined Hand me your cross and run for your life Any good luck is a falling tree I
sin and error pining Till he appear'd and the soul felt its worth. A thrill of hope the weary world rejoices For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn! Fall
sin and error pining Till He appeared and the Spirit felt its worth A thrill of hope the weary world rejoices For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn Fall
riders. Fight all day and night This the life of the Rohirrim riders. One with my clan snd one with my horse The fury of my sword that will fall over
Old Clarence was a corn fed Sunday school teacher At the Cheephill Church of Christ A God fearing fence clearing, hay slinging Hymn singing, back breaker
little towns across this big night Hothouse flowers all kissing for fun Slipping into stores then out in a run Singing, laments and rowdy songs, hymns