Song | Praise Awaits You |
Artist | Half-Handed Cloud |
Album | Halos + Lassos |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Ringhofer | |
Praise awaits you up on Mt. Zion | |
To you who hears prayers all men will come | |
Overwhelmed by sins then you forgave | |
Buried transgression in a grave | |
Blessed are the ones you choose to bring near you | |
And live in your courts | |
And in your temple be | |
Morning dawns and evening fades you call forth songs of joy | |
Ends of earth and to the farthest sea | |
No one can compare with you our Lord | |
Every lost dream you restore | |
We can't get enough of you | |
We're full of answered prayer | |
Taking refugre in your shadows wings | |
Dressed in holy majesty from the womb of dawn | |
Finer than the finest of our kings. |
zuo qu : Ringhofer | |
Praise awaits you up on Mt. Zion | |
To you who hears prayers all men will come | |
Overwhelmed by sins then you forgave | |
Buried transgression in a grave | |
Blessed are the ones you choose to bring near you | |
And live in your courts | |
And in your temple be | |
Morning dawns and evening fades you call forth songs of joy | |
Ends of earth and to the farthest sea | |
No one can compare with you our Lord | |
Every lost dream you restore | |
We can' t get enough of you | |
We' re full of answered prayer | |
Taking refugre in your shadows wings | |
Dressed in holy majesty from the womb of dawn | |
Finer than the finest of our kings. |
zuò qǔ : Ringhofer | |
Praise awaits you up on Mt. Zion | |
To you who hears prayers all men will come | |
Overwhelmed by sins then you forgave | |
Buried transgression in a grave | |
Blessed are the ones you choose to bring near you | |
And live in your courts | |
And in your temple be | |
Morning dawns and evening fades you call forth songs of joy | |
Ends of earth and to the farthest sea | |
No one can compare with you our Lord | |
Every lost dream you restore | |
We can' t get enough of you | |
We' re full of answered prayer | |
Taking refugre in your shadows wings | |
Dressed in holy majesty from the womb of dawn | |
Finer than the finest of our kings. |