Traducción: Cassiane. Com Muito Louvor.
Traducción: Zéu Britto. Hino De Louvor Às Raspadas.
Give thanks and praises to the Most-I (Jah!); Give thanks and praises so high (so high). He will not deceive us my brethren; He will only lead us again
when life closes in praise seems the pain wont end praise with all you have with all you can lift your voice and praise when all hope sems lost praise
Be like yo, let me ask you somethin I wanna know, I wanna know who you are MosBrown skin lady, hey hey TalibYes MosWhere you goin TalibThis goes to the
[ Kitty ] Since my soul has been redeemed since from sin I may get gleamed I'm singing his praise along the way From my sins he sets me free when I'm
Oh sovereign God, Oh matchless King The saints adore, the angels sing And fall before the throne of grace To You belongs the highest praise These sufferings
I trust in You, my faithful Lord How perfect is Your love You answer me before I call My hope, my strength, my song And I shout for joy, I thank You,
We're gonna praise His holy name We're gonna praise His holy name Lift Him up, above the heavens Praise His holy name Lord I want to thank You for everything
Whoo! It sure is hot out here Ya know? I don't mind though Just glad to be free Know what I'm saying, uh! Take the shackles off my feet so I can dance
Righteous and holy in all of Your ways We come before You with honor and praise Here to adore You for all of our days We come before You with honor and
Lord, Your name is above any other name And forever will remain So let the words of my mouth And the thoughts in my heart Let them praise Your name
Ich gehe im grellen Sonnenlicht, eine Erleuchtung, die die Nacht verschwinden la?t. Sie wei?, da? die Verhei?ungen mit 100prozentiger Sicherheit eintreffen
Tears have fallen water beads Wipe the floor with my regrets In the crevice tiny seeds Spring to life from pardoned debts And all I have, all I have is
Praise Him in the mornin' For tall and lofty trees And praise Him in the evening For children on their knees Oh and praise Him in the noonday For gentle
I will give You all my worship I will give You all my praise You alone I long to worship You alone are worthy of my praise I will worship with all of
Hey Bacchus She hates me Hey Bacchus She hates me Hey Bacchus She hates me Hey Bacchus She hates me The street lamps light a wet old red hook road A
Somebody's gonna praise His name Somebody's gonna call Him Lord It'll either be you and me or it's gonna be a rock or tree Somebody, somewhere is gonna
