Spill forth!
Kings shall fall...down be-
fore him, as the blood stiffens,
His praise all people sing:
Spill forth thine respendence!
and let thy rampant Glory
flow, piercing light on blind-
ness pour, making us living
temples of Thy Word. Living
temples, living temples. Let every
heart prepare a throne and every
throat a brand new song.
To Him shall prayer unceasing,
and daily vows ascend, on wings
of murder still increasing, a
kingdom without end.
Come then, let us hasten!
and do his Will with hearts
aglow, kindled Death on
blindness pour, making us
living temples of the LORD.
Kingdom...without end.
Kings shall fall...down before
Him, as the blood stiffens, His
praise all people sing:
Spill forth thine resplendence!
and let thy rampant Glory flow,
piercing light on blindness pour,
making us living temples of Thy
Word.
Living temples, living temples.
Let every heart prepare a throne,
and every voice a brand new song. |
