It's the song of the redeemed rising from the African plain. It's the song of the forgiven drowning out the Amazon rain. The song of Asian believers filled with God's holy fire. It's ev'ry tribe, ev'ry tongue, ev'ry nation; a love song born of a grateful choir. It's all God's children singing, "Glory, glory, hallelujah! He reigns, He reigns!" It's all God's children singing, "Glory, glory, hallelujah! He reigns, He reigns!" Let it rise above the four winds, caught up in the heavenly sound. Let praises echo from the towers of cathedrals to the faithful gathered underground. Of all the songs sung from the dawn of creation, some were meant to persist. Of all the bells rung from a thousand steeples, none rings truer than this: And all the powers of darkness tremble at what they've just heard, 'Cause all the powers of darkness can't drown out a single word.ʿlmny ạ̉n ạ̉kwn ạ̉nt mʿy fy kl mkạn Trova riposo Бог наш Христос สาธุการแด่พระเจ้า مەن مىندا A ti, Señor, elevo mi voz Здесь мы слышим голос Бога 예수 사랑해요 mạdmt fy sfytny
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