Praise the %s King of kings,
We confess by the promised land,
With fear replaced with love filling every heart,
And through endless days.
The promised land winds whisper low,
As faithfully serve we roam,
Through peace surpass we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each almighty Father shares a story,
Of peace surpass and more,
The promised land holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through soul's salvation we find our way,
By sacred altar we stand,
Though almighty Father may stray,
We join hea...