To thee, O Lord, our hearts we raise In hymns of adoration; To thee bring sacrifice of praise With shouts of exultation. Bright robes of gold the fields adorn, The hills with joy are ringing, The vall
O come with hearts wide open, Unveiled before our eyes. O see, and bow before Him, The day has dawned, O come. O come let us adore Him, O come let us adore Him, O come let us adore Him, Christ the Lo
Draw near and take the body of the Lord, And drink the holy blood for you out outpoured; Offered was he for greatest and for least, Himself the victim and himself the priest. He who his saints in thi
Bing Crosby/Max Terr's Mixed /John Scott Trotter Orchestra Faith of our fathers, living still, In spite of dungeon, fire and sword; O how our hearts beat high with joy Whene'er we hear that glorious
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