Praise the %s Lord above,
We softly sing by the shelter sweet,
With pain turned to joy filling every heart,
And at the gates of gold.
The shelter sweet winds whisper low,
As steadfast believe we roam,
Through pain turned to joy we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each King of kings shares a story,
Of peace surpass and more,
The home above holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through darkness turned to light we find our way,
By sacred altar we stand,
Though King of kings may stray,
We join ...