, assisted by His grace Till man's first heavenly state again takes place Then may we hope, the angelic thrones among To sing, redeemed, a glad triumphal
ye nations, All in all draw nigh to gaze. Hark the Heaven of heavens is ringing: Christ the Lord to man is born! Are not all our hearts too singing,
I, too, must sing, with joyful tongue, That sweetest, dearest cradle song. Glory to God in highest heav'n, Who unto man His Son has giv'n, While angels sing
glory fills the skies; Peace on earth to man forgiv'n, Man, the well beloved of Heav'n. Sovereign Father, heavenly King, Thee we now presume to sing; Glad
wrong; And man at war with man hears not The love-song which they bring; O! hush the noise, ye men of strife, And hear the Angels sing. O ye, beneath
and drum did play, Tu-re-lu-re-lu, Pat-a-pan-a-pan, On the fife and drum did play, So their hearts were glad and gay! God and man today become More
alive But then I see my baby Suddenly I'm not crazy It all makes sense when I look into her eyes [Chorus] [Verse 3 - Rapped] Man, if I could sing, I'd keep singing
I hate you, you ain't shit but I love you Don't no body else make me mad as you But when we making up I'm glad it's you Ladies sing it I hate you, you
a little story about the girl next door Certain tings can happen but she will never know Unless she come ah di Rasta man stage show I Jr.Gong man have
fife and drum did play, Tu-re-lu-re-lu, Pat-a-pan-a-pan, On the fife and drum did play, So their hearts were glad and gay! God and man today become
the sub relator of the sub culture Like a vulture I swoop down on crowns, cause confusion all around Mental burdens I bring to MC's who sing They sad
Whipper Whip's mockneck So my hip-hop teachers please show me the math And after this give me your goddamn autograph [Chorus:] Whipper Whip, you can make the microphone sing
Davis knees but worst of all young man you've got Industrial Disease' he wrote me a prescription he said 'you are depressed but I'm glad you came to
First the mic then a half cigarette Singing cathy's clown That's the man that she's married to now That's the girl that he takes around town She appears
Bringin' a warm wind from the south, bringin' the first taste of the spring His mother took him to her breast and softly she did sing: Oh, Montana, give
again And I am so glad you chose me yeah You make me fall in love again All over and over again [Estelle:] Lovin you is like the song that I am singing
the one I've got) (Ain't no woman like the one I've got) Every day the sun comes up around her She can make the birds sing harmony Every drop of rain is glad