Oh Jesus, son of God, so full of grace and truth The Father's saving word, so wonderful are You The angels longed to see and prophets searched to find
Joy to the world, the Lord is come Let earth receive her king Let every heart prepare Him room And Heaven and nature sing And Heaven and nature sing
O come all ye faithful Joyful and triumphant O come ye, o come ye to Bethlehem Come and behold Him Born the King of angels O come, let us adore Him O
O holy night, the stars are brightly shining It is the night of the dear Savior's birth Long lay the world in sin and error pining Till He appeared and
Good news of great joy For every woman, every man This will be a sign to you A baby born in Bethlehem Come and worship Do not be afraid A company of
Could've come like a mighty storm With all the strength of a hurricane You could've come like a forest fire With the power of Heaven in Your flame But
Hark the herald angels sing Glory to the newborn King Peace on earth and mercy mild God and sinners reconciled Joyful, all ye nations rise Join the triumph
We have raised a thousand voices Just to lift Your holy name And we will raise thousands more To sing of Your beauty in this place Well, none can even
Quietly You lead me to an open place Hold me in the stillness till I see Your face Waiting in the silence as You speak my name Rising like an eagle I
Once upon a slime I thought you royalty I would never have questioned your loyalty Don't act so surprised, saw through your disguise But with friends
Makaveli in this... Killuminati, all through your body The blow's like a twelve gauge shotty Uhh, feel me! And God said he should send his one begotten
From the mountain comes a soul And the stones grow up like trees From the mountain comes a soul And the stones grow up like trees All blues hail Mary
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Now, every cheap hood strikes a bargain with the world And ends up making payments on a sofa or a girl Well, love and hate tattooed across the knuckles
One song glory, one song before I go Glory, one song to leave behind Find one song, one last refrain Glory, from the pretty boy front man Who wasted
In a town, there's a house In the house, there's a bed In the bed, there's a man on his back She says she likes it like that In a room, there's a print
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Blind to deceits by our fears to a kingdom of false pretense Selfish hands, fallacies never ending Dominate, the fix is in, a crusade not meant to win