All around the world every time its toldThe story always sounds like thisThe powerful will use that power to killThe poor are used up by the richThe righteous in chains and the innocent slainAll for the wicked man’s gainAnd the fool believes that God cannot seeHe has no fear of His nameAll the world will lift its eyesThe time will come, our God will rise!All glory, all power, hallelujahA day will come and God will fightAnd all the wrongs will be made right!All glory all power hallelujahThe rebel’s gun and the tyrant’s tankAre gonna be fuel for the flameAnd sweet relief for those who grieveWhen the day of the Lord is proclaimedAnd without a shot shot, or a single bomb droppedThe killing machine will forever stopThere’ll be no more war when the Prince of PeaceTells all of the world His nameUnto our God, we lay it downBefore the thrown, before the crownTo you oh God, we give ourselvesBe lifted high, above all else
