The Song comes when the Spirit's falling.
We harmonize as Grace comes calling
And the melody
We bless to Thee, God, Most High.
Let the songs we sing be praises -
Ringing truth through all the ages.
That we believe,
Oh Lord, recieve
As we draw nigh.
Oh God, You are the song
That breaks through the still of night.
We hear Your voice and our hearts rejoice
For the morning with mercy has come.
We worship in truth as we gaze upon You.
In the light of Your glorious Son.
The Spirit is falling.
Grace is calling.
We're singing in one accord.
We recieve your gift.
Recieve our praise.
You are Our Song, oh Lord!
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