Inhabiting our humble praise
Upon His glorious throne
Sits Christ The Lord, Ancient Of Days
Salvation’s Corner Stone
Within His hand creation thrives
In Him all life began
Do we today not owe our lives?
To Christ The Son of man
To Christ The Son of God on high
To Christ The living Lord
To Christ The Lamb who chose to die
That life may be restored
Ought not we praise who gave us birth?
Who gave us peace inside?
Should not we praise for all we’re worth
For choosing us as bride
Mountains will move when praise is heard
Sickness will bend its knee
Bonds will break at Jesus’ word
And eyes begin to see
When Paul and Silas sang in chains
Did Christ not show His might?
Through praise they saw their faith explained
Through praise they saw the Light
They magnified their Saviour’s name
They danced to Jesus’ tune
They praised and saw the back of shame
And witnessed Satan’s ruin
All praise belongs to God alone
All glory Christ’s to give
So praise the Lord all flesh and bone
Begin through praise to live…P.T.O
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I would like to translate this poem