by Richard Merrell

I'LL BE THERE

The Mountains and hills shall break forth with singing
Blessed praise to God, hallelujah's bringing
As the trees of the fields clap their hands
All creation will sing from earth's many lands;
For Jesus hath put all under his feet
Millions times millions crowd God's golden street;
Saying, 'worthy of honour , glory and power
is Jesus our Lord in eternity's hour.'

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