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From lips of children
You'll be praised
We see the heavens raised
To make room for Your glory
A generation that's to come
Will make up song and hum
The details of your story
Your years go through all generations
Why do You bother with mankind
Of old the prophets foretold You
In every household
Celebrating hearts aligned
