Angels from the realms of glory Wing your flight over all the earth Ye, who sang creations story Now proclaim Messiah's birth Come and worship, come and
Glory be to God on high, God Whose glory fills the skies; Peace on earth to man forgiv'n, Man, the well beloved of Heav'n. Sovereign Father, heavenly
A day, a day of glory! A day that ends our woe! A day that tells of triumph Against our vanquish'd foe! Yield, summer's brightest sunrise, To this December
you Where we can both fall over in love I'm on the edge of glory And I'm hanging on a moment of truth Out on the edge of glory And I'm hanging on a
you Where we can both fall in love I'm on the edge of glory, And I'm hanging on a moment of truth, I'm on the edge of glory, And I'm hanging on a moment
, deliver us from evil For Thine is the kingdom Thine is the power And Thine is the glory forever Thine is the kingdom And Thine is the power The glory
are clean enough To walk upon the golden streets of glory And when I've reached my journey's end And if I'm worthy to go in Golden streets of glory,
you might as well What's the story morning glory Well (you) need a little time to wake up Wake up well What's the story morning glory Well Need a little
the rise of the morning glory Scream and shout, cry it out loud We are comming back to life Now open your eyes Witness the rise Rise of the morning glory
the pride to strike a fool Vain glory be my wicked guide We live to fight the hand of doom We got the pride to strike a fool Vain glory be my wicked guide
behind my enemies eyes a soul in disguise not only lies We live to fight the hand of doom we got the pride to strike a fool vain glory be my wicked
up! Run away you cowards We turn our backs on you The shame that now stains your name Will only brighten our glory Those who fight till their last breath
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pocket and a little bit left for those I love To have enough food on my table and a little bit more for those who call And in this land of hope and glory
will help you now. Get up. She's run over the fields of glory, sha lah lah, cold rain is slapping across her face, sha lah lah. She's run over the fields of glory
His glory So I'm happy, yes I'm happy So I'm writing, yes I'm writing I'm singing, yes I'm singing About Jah love, and of His glory, His glory Every
Snow is falling down on this glorious land Colours fading, turning into white again To fallen heroes angels sing, they cry their winter tears Endless