Most high
More precious than Sharon's roses You are the God of glory The angels declare you're holy They cry halle-lu-jah You're perfect in all your ways With you, there are no mistakes The works of your hands declare your praise They say halle-lu-jah The stars cannot match your brightness Cause you give the sun it's light In you does my soul delight Halle-lu-jah copied #Mosthigh #Nosa
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