Let Who Is Athirst Come
Come, I say, let who is athirst come..
We are saying, His Holy royal name
and we are shouting out victory!, praise!, and
triumph!, for the great King!
The joy of the Lord is our strength…
His love and mercy endures toward His own…
Therefore, I will sing praise unto God…
I will sing praise unto the Lord…
Jesus, Father and Holy Ghost. Amen..
His kingdom is so sweet…
There are streets paved with gold…
Where the sun never sets.
The tree of life is there;
For the healing of my soul.
I say my soul-o-o-oul,
Hallelujah...
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