He gave me beauty for ashes, the oil of joy for mourning, The garment of praise, when I had the spirit of heavyness; that we might be (called) trees of righteousness, the planting of the Lord, that He might be glorified.Let Your Word Be Born tẖạbt yạ ạllh Ыйса, Ыйса İşte, Kralın Geliyor! Үзэгтүн Би шинэ зүйлийг хийнэ 因我知道你是谁 Ne-om scutura ca pomii primăverii fy wqt ṣlạty Pán mi cestu dá ¡Oh Maestro Y Mi Señor!
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