He rides the chariot of cloudsThe thunder rumbles and resoundsAnd when he speaks the deer gives birthThe mountains melt into the earthHoly, holyHoly, holyHoly, holyHoly, holyAll the prophets of false godsTheir legs grow weak and strength gives outFrom picking up their graven imageFalling down on to the groundHoly, holyHoly, holyHoly, holyHoly, holyHoly, holyAll I can singHoly, holyCreation singsHoly, holyThe heavens ringHoly, holyHoly, holyAll I can singHoly, holyCreation singsHoly, holyThe heavens ringHoly, holy, holy, holy, holyHoly, holyAll I can singHoly, holyCreation singsHoly, holyThe heavens ringHoly, holyHe rides the chariot of cloudsThe thunder rumbles and resounds
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