Creator of all things that be
Both hidden things and things we see
All angles sing and praise Your Name
In adoration bow their frame
Why is it people turn away
And blaspheme You each passing day
While others say You’re just a myth
That it’s by accident we exist
The wiser, man, in his own eyes
The more he yields to devils’ lies
His intellect has made him blind
It’s intellect of the human kind
So many people swept away
By mediums’ lies that hold them sway
Who say they speak to those long gone
Because life after death goes on
Yet there are many that proclaim
And spread abroad Your holy Name
Those You have called and chosen too
Whose lives are forever made new
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