It
Rising from the African plain
It
Drowning out the Amazon rain
The song of Asian believers
Filled with God
It
A love song born of a grateful choir
It
Glory, glory, hallelujah
He reigns, He reigns
It
Glory, glory, hallelujah
He reigns, He reigns
Let it rise about the four winds
Caught up in the heavenly sound
Let praises echo from the towers of cathedrals
To the faithful gathered underground
Of all the songs sung from the dawn of creation
Some were meant to persist
Of all the bells rung from a thousand steeples
None rings truer than this
And all the powers of darkness
Tremble at what they
Can
When all God
Glory, glory, hallelujah
He reigns, He reigns
All God
Glory, glory, hallelujah
He reigns, He reigns