Lay down your weary tune, lay down Lay down the song you strum And rest yourself 'neath the strength of strings No voice can hope to hum Struck by the
With your mercury mouth in the missionary times And your eyes like smoke and your prayers like rhymes And your silver cross, and your voice like chimes
all oppression shall cease. Sweet hymns of joy in grateful chorus raise we, Let all within us praise His holy Name! Fall on your knees, O hear the angel voices
I was a backing track Saving my green voices back Disguising the obvious That I had no-one to sing for I lived in a paper bin which I lived curled up
sing a hymn to love Those who love will live eternally In the blue, where all is harmony With my voice raised high to heaven Just for you, I'll sing a hymn
wind blows free Oh, for the life on the rolling sea One night, while I was trimming of the glim Singing a verse from the evening hymn A voice from the
and the soul felt its worth. A thrill of hope the weary world rejoices For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn! Fall on your knees Oh hear the angel voices
the Spirit felt its worth A thrill of hope the weary world rejoices For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn Fall on your knees, oh, hear the angel voices
you always hear the most Say nothin' that's worthwhile No gold, no frankincense or myrrh we bring Just faith and this burnt offering So raise your voice with mine and sing A hymn
Hymn Of Victory [M/L: Jevo] From the guts of Metal we were born Steel and Fire in our hearts Proud we stand against the wind and storm No one can stop
of ages cleft for me Now that could be the voice of John F Morgan in the Ripley jailhouse singin' hymns Well ol' Johnny might just be singin' hymn this
all he ever got was a badland farm And seven hungry mouths to feed And yet and yet our home fire never flickered once 'Cause when all these things went wrong Mama took the hymn
its worth. A thrill of hope the weary world rejoices, For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn. Fall on your knees, O hear the angel voices, O night
of wisdom from a great old hymn They call me Whispering Bill Well today what I want to whisper is hope Whispering hope oh how welcome thy voice I got
a great old hymn They call me Whispering Bill Well today what I want to whisper is hope Whispering hope oh how welcome thy voice I got another letter
he ever got was a badland farm And seven hungry mouths to feed And yet and yet our homefire never flickered once 'Cause when all the things went wrong Mama took the hymn
the soul felt its worth A thrill of hope the weary world rejoices For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn Fall on your knees, oh, hear the angel voices