Down here I'm talked about Lied upon, deceived a lot But I'm willing, oh, so willing A cross to bear One day I'm gonna walk about See the sun Talk about
slave is our brother And in His name All oppression shall cease With hymns of joy In grateful chorus Let every heart, adore His name O night divine, O night when Christ
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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 Christ
slave is our brother And in His name All oppression shall cease Sweet hymns of joy In grateful chorus raise me Let all within us Praise His holy name Christ
thrill of hope, the weary world rejoices For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn Fall on your knees, oh, hear the angel voices Oh night divine, oh night when Christ
BATTLE HYMN OF THE REPUBLIC Writer Julia Ward Howe Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord; He is trampling out the vintage where the
heard a hymn, some distant choir sang And with other tourists I walked along to a Church as its bells rang Then I heard someone tell someone, "There's where Christ
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 Christ
Holy harcore jesus christ Knocking our religious life Live by Crass, die by the sword We're punk rock servants of the lord You say that all you want is
of hope, the weary soul rejoices, For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn. Fall on your knees, O hear the angel voices! O night divine, O night when Christ
hear our hymn from the heartland. {***someone speaks words in the hear our prayer. begining but its not segnificate*} steer us through
of the world. And she didn't speak Japanese. So she tried to convert them with a combination of hand gestures, sign language and hymns, in English.
thrill of hope the weary world rejoices For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn! Fall on your knees Oh hear the angel voices Oh night divine Oh night when Christ
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 Christ
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
blood He has washed us with His blood He presents our souls to God Let us wonder grace and justice Join and point to mercy's store When through grace in Christ
