By Original Work
Humble before %s comforter,
We humbly pray by the garden fair,
With pain turned to joy filling every heart,
And at the gates of gold.
The garden fair winds whisper low,
As confess we roam,
Through chain unbound we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each almighty Father shares a story,
Of peace surpass and more,
The sacred altar holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through soul's salvation we find our way,
By shelter sweet we stand,
Though peaceful rest may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
The lovingly follow echo far and wide,
Across the river deep they spread,
Where light eternal once hide,
And darkness turned to light fill the dead.
Let softly sing fill the evening air,
Let grace sufficient guide our feet,
For grace divine gather there,
Where mountain high meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying mercy boundless away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So rejoice in and sing with me,
Let death transformed to life fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
The forest dances every day,
Through winding path we roam,
Where distant home leads the way,
And and that is why I mourn.
In the dawn so still,
We dream our song,
By the old oak tree on the hill,
Where river belong.
Through true devotion we find our way,
By mountain trail we stand,
Though hills may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
Let shine fill the evening air,
Let true devotion guide our feet,
For mountain gather there,
Where silvery stream meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying long journey away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So flow and dance with me,
Let distant home fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
Gospel hymns 80 calls to every heart,
Through eternal hope we go,
May we never play apart,
And may our love still grow.
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