name all oppression shall cease Avril: Sweet hymns of joy in grateful chorus raise we Let all within us praise His holy name Chantal (Avril in background high-pitched voice
, all oppression shall cease Sweet hymns of joy in grateful chorus raise we Let all within us praise His holy name Fall on your knees, oh, hear the angels' voices
The wind blows free Oh for the life on the rolling sea One day as I was a-trimmin' the glim Humming a tune from the evening hymn A voice from the starboard
the soul felt its worth A thrill of hope, the weary world rejoices For yonder breaks, a new and glorious morn Fall on your knees, oh, hear the angel voices
soul felt it's worth A thrill of hope, the weary world rejoices For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn Fall on your knees Oh, hear the angel voices
the soul felt its worth A thrill of hope, the weary world rejoices For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn Fall on your knees Oh, hear the angel voices
the soul felt its worth A thrill of hope, the weary world rejoices Yonder breaks a new and glorious morn Oh, fall on your knees and hear the angels' voices
the soul felt it's worth A thrill of hope the weary world rejoices For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn Fall on your knees O hear the angel voices
Singing the hymn of the hellhorn Children, children, children just obey me Singing the hymn of the hellhorn Children, children, children just obey me Singing the hymn
oppression shall cease Sweet hymns of joy in grateful chorus raise We let all within us praise His holy name Fall on your knees Oh hear the angel voices
sing their hymns. I called to the dead, the drowsed. Awake! Arise! Dive in the burning lake. I have seen the vision and I've heard the voice. Blessed
in the dark the world and men are hurting me! the world and men are hurting me! in my dream before the helpless sight the great hymn... in my dreams,
I wanted what I can't have If I forget, help me to stand The rest of our days will be there I wanted, so I pretend Pull down the voices in your head
: Albert Maroto Lyrics: Elisa C.Martin Lord of your war Don't you try to lie to us Are you God? This world's not in your hands You choke our voice
Saviour again to Thy dear name we raise with one accord our parting hymn of praise Once more we bless Thee ere our worship cease Then lowly bending wait
seen the outline of a scheme A vision of tranquility the world in my profound embrace I've seen conclusions at the end A mellow hymn of promises the voice
see someone I used to know sleeping; in her room in her bed in her body I was in Paradise." I am awake in the sound of roses and a young girl's voice
ils nous ont prete leur voix It's for living That all poets Musicians and king's jokers It's for living Against the storm That they've lended us their voices