The soul is converted
And the simple made wise
The heart is rejoicing
There is light in our eyes
For the heavens declare
The glory of the Lord
There is no speech or language
Where this voice is not heard
What is sweeter than honey
More desirous than gold
What's more precious than silver
The Gospel story told
Let the words of my mouth
And the meditations of my heart
Glorify the King of Kings
For we shall never be apart
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