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The Lords of the New Church (The Lords of the New Church) · The Lords of the New Church (The Lords of the New Church) · The Lords of the New Church (The Lords of the New Church) · The Lords of the New Church (The Lords of the New Church) · The Church Piano: 50 Greatest Hymns and Worship Songs of the Christian Church (Michael Silverman) · Prayer for the New Year (Cliff Richard) · In Christ Alone: New Hymns of Prayer & Worship (Joanna Hogg) · Like a Prayer: The Sound of New Gospel (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Jazz at Peoples Church (A New Experience) (Bobby Felder) · Lords of Oi! [Box] (Hutchinson, Hutch) – and 90 other albums »


Gospel
That old school doctrine
Oh Lord!
Gimme that truth for the body
Ain't nothing new about it
But it's still full of power

Now church clap, let
In a church on Sunday morning
Sat a man unwelcomed there
Judged by men and not by Jesus
Lifted up his voice in prayer

Steer me on the righteous
In a church on Sunday morning
Sat a man unwelcomed there
Judged by men and not by Jesus
Lifted up his voice in prayer

Steer me on the righteous
heart
Into Your heart
Lord my soul delights
And I know You hear my prayer
Take me deeper Lord

Glorious Son to You I shall bow
Bow my knee, bow my
Oh the good Lord must have sent you down from heaven
He sent you here to be by my side
Well the good Lord must have sent you as an angel
The answer
Prayer 

God bless California, Arizona, North Dakota, Texas, Maine, New Hampshire, Ohio and New York, of course
The forty-eight contiguous
And the two
I say goodbye to all my sorrows
And by tomorrow I'll be on my way
I guess the lord must be in New York City

I'm so tired of getting nowhere
I say goodbye to all my sorrows
And by tomorrow I'll be on my way
I guess the lord must be in New York City

I'm so tired of getting nowhere
to teach my Sunday school
When I was only eight
Every week you would say a prayer
Before the class would start
One morning when you said that prayer
I asked
that prayer
I asked Jesus in my heart

Thank you for giving to the Lord
I am a life that was changed
Thank you for giving to the Lord
I am so glad
to teach my Sunday school
When I was only eight
Every week you would say a prayer
Before the class would start
One morning when you said that prayer
I asked
of Madness
Of Jesus Christ their Lord
The fire and the fury
To be our judge to be our jury
Here comes the Church of Madness
Of Jesus Christ their Lord
A new
the day of reckoning soon will come 
And the whole world will see justice done 
By the Lord's almighty hand 

So I'm telling you the just shall live 
I
dismay
Though some may dwell where these abound
my prayer, my aim, is higher ground

Lord, lift me up and let me stand
by faith on Heaven's table land
I say goodbye to all my sorrows
And by tomorrow I'll be on my way
I guess the lord must be in New York City

I'm so tired of getting nowhere
Holy Ghost
And get your shit prepared, face your fears, all you niggas scared
Say your prayers, pray he fit upstairs, it's our only hope
Church bells
Holy Ghost
And get your shit prepared, face your fears, all you niggas scared
Say your prayers, pray he fit upstairs, it's our only hope
Church bells
the sea
They called him The Man From Galilee

Soon the church was quiet in the night
And one-by-one the candles lost their light
In darkness now,
are.

Every Sunday morning, I can hear the church sisters sing "Hallelujah, Hallelujah,
Trusting the Lord to make a way, oh yeah,
I hope that He
The church's one foundation 
Is Jesus Christ her Lord; 
She is his new creation 
By water and the Word. 
From heaven he came and sought her
are.

Every Sunday morning, I can hear the church sisters sing 'Hallelujah, Hallelujah,
Trusting the Lord to make a way, oh yeah;
I hope that He
King
We sing "even so come"
Lord Jesus, come 
Even so come
Lord Jesus, come 

There will be justice, all will be new
Your name forever, faithful
to teach my Sunday school
When I was only eight
Every week you would say a prayer
Before the class would start
One morning when you said that prayer
I asked
My testimony

Hear my prayer, ease my pain
Hear my prayer, oh, Lord, break these chains
Oh, Lord, help me to stand firm
And to inherit this loving
We pray to the west
And we see the gods of the new church
As they undertake their vow
Tell me who can save us now?
Save us from the lords