Father I see that you are drawing a line in the sand And I want to be standing on your side, holding your hand So let your kingdom come, let it live in me This is my prayer, this is my plea Chorus: Let the worshippers arise Let the sons and the daughters sing I surrender in my all I surrender to the King Father I hear it growing louder The song of your redeemed As the saints of every nation Are awakening to sing From our hearts there comes an anthem Oh, hear the heavens ring This is our song, a song to our King!Иса'нън Исминде, Иса'нън Исминде ạ̹n qwty ¿Quién formó las olas al hablar? Дух Сьвяты, прыйдзі вецер Госпада yạ qwty lk Servo fedele History Maker Zpíváme si písničku كونوا لطفاء بعضكم نحو بعضاً قللي شو
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