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Phillips Craig Dean Let Your Glory Fall

instruments And then Your glory came Your presence like a cloud Upon that ancient day The priests were overwhelmed Because Your glory came chorus Oh, Your anger lasts a moment But Your

Prijevod: Phillips, Craig i dekan. Neka vaše Fall Glory.

and unchanging Your love is a mountain Firm beneath my feet Your love is a mystery How You gently life me When I am surrounded Your love carries me Your

Son And make a wretch His treasure How great the pain of searing loss The Father turns His face away As wounds which mar the Chosen One Bring many sons to glory

of the glory, Lord And every crown we'll ever wear We lay it down We bow our knees, we confess You are Lord all by Yourself You reign alone upon Your

instruments And then Your glory came Your presence like a cloud Upon that ancient day The priests were overwhelmed Because Your glory came chorus Oh, Your anger lasts a moment But Your