all my voice all my heart couldnt capture the beauty of his art perfect holiness all the glory all the light flows from his omnipotent might let the heavens sing from hill to vale and they come with shouts of joy sweeping o'er the earth from distant shores they cry like breaking wings, the unrestricted praise
all the silence all the dark
couldnt describe the mytery of his work
from age to age
i stand on this trembling earth
to feel his eternal worth
and with my hands i raise my all
to join creations call
from hill to vale and they come with shouts of joy sweeping o'er the earth from distant shores they cry like breaking wings, the unrestricted praise
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