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 songs 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
We see the heavens raised
To make room for Your glory
A generation that's to come
Will make up songs 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
