Lyrics:
Born to reign in us forever, now Thy gracious kingdom bring
By Thy lone eternal Spirit, rule in all our hearts alone
By Thine all sufficient merit,
silindile)
He thine ke silindile (Jesu silindile, thina silindile)
He thine ke silindile (Jesu silindile, thina silindile)
Silindel'uJesu, silindile (Jesu
Reflect, shadows of thine enemies
Portrayed in myths and lies
Listen what they tell me
To them it is just a game
In which I play the dancing fool
But you
and mine, thou and thine
And all the ways we intertwine
And when my heart can beat no more
I hope I'd die for all the good
That's left in this world
And when
tyranny
On every hand
Where is the compelling power of Thine ordaining pen
O Conqueror of the worlds
The barking of dogs is loud
On every side
Where is
brood
I will cool thine righteous hate when summer seeks to heal
And I will stoke its flames through the winter rain
I will weave within it golden
praise thee. The holy Church throughout all the world:
doth acknowledge thee
The Father: of an infinite Majesty
Thine honourable, true: and only Son Also
Convictors of thine own full cup, Coheirs of Saints. That so all may drink the same wine and the same way. Nor change the Pasture, but the Place to feed
The beauteous world is blooming.
Thou, who comest man to free, Son, be Thine all praise for ever: Thine with Sire and Spirit be Laud through ages ending never."
Born to reign in us for ever, Now thy gracious kingdom
bring.
By thine own eternal Spirit, Rule in all our hearts alone
By thine all-sufficient merit
the poor
Behold, O God our defender
And look upon the face of thine anointed
Let the words of my mouth
And the meditations of his heart
Be always acceptable
Shall come to thee, O Israel.
O come, thou Rod of Jesse! free
Thine own from Satan's tyranny
From depths of hell thy people save,
And give them victory
that all I am is thine
My craft is hewing, joining, making good
And now my end is shaped and made by God
A simple carpenter my chosen trade
And now my
the knowledge - the cognizance - of thine
For this I slither in aspect through eden's gleanings
For this I bid cain slayeth his brother
For this I rend
death is only a foreplay for my majesty
Inner glow, superiority, I'll open the gates of the cemetery
Feverish mind, greater than thine
My fury's
and majesty and awe
Rejoice! rejoice! Emmanuel,
Shall come to thee, o Israel
O come, thou rod of Jesse, free,
Thine own from satan's tyranny;
From depths
I am God
The reward shall be great
When thou ingutgitates the seminal honeydew of thine lord
Happy is he who gelds himself during unholy hardness
without
faith and thine is dead, no love except with fati and thine is dead - so
would you let me be, let me be the bastard waleis that i was meant to be
I hear the Savior say,
"Thy strength indeed is small
Child of weakness, watch and pray,
Find in Me thine all in all."
Jesus paid it all,
All
An angel in thine own eyes
A devil in thine own right
A bloodfed atrocity hailed as the paradigm of civility
which is the savage beast?
Is it instinct?
in a desert land
Beausoleil, Thine anger rising like a scorpion
Beausoleil, dune buggy baby on a fairground slide
Beausoleil, the taste of honey
Detach me from thine impenetrable hex
That is this lonesome confinement
There is no rest here
There is no calm here
What has been made of me
apparition
But whose melody shall we sing when the internal flames embrace us?
Upon enfolding thine quintessence
Sever thine hand from purpose
Phlegethon is
Lord, I'm Coming Home
Written by: William James Kirkpatrick
Coming home, coming home
Never more to roam
Open wide Thine arms of love
Lord, I'm
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