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By Lee Page
03/13/09
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I can hear the angels singing!
To my fathers majestic name.
To him the angels sing glory, glory, glory.
The streets of gold and mansions so fair,
Do not compare to my fathers wonderful name.
My father can heal the sick and raise the dead.
O how I long to be in heaven with my all powerful king.

A Prince of the king we men be.
So let us go forth and preach
of our fathers loving arms.
All ye princesses sing to him
Sing of his might hands.
I praise God for his loving arms
His mercy and grace is so deep
That mountains bow down before his feet.

In the kingdom of heaven
My burden at last I lay down.
For Jesus came and took my shame
So I could wear a crown.

Rags to riches my father took me.
He saved me from the pit of sin.
From the pig sty of life and sin
my father took me in.
He took my sin to the cross.
My debt he paid for me.
That through grace I may enter in,
That glorious kingdom of heaven.

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