All the Poor and Powerless
All the poor and powerless,
And all the lost and lonely.
All the thieves will come confess
And know that You are holy.
And know that You are holy.
And all will sing out, Hallelujah.
And we will cry out, Hallelujah.
All the hearts who are content,
And all who feel unworthy,
And all who hurt with nothing left
Will know that You are holy.
And all will sing out, Hallelujah.
And we will cry out, Hallelujah.
Shout it.
Go on and scream it from the mountians.
Go on and tell it to the masses-
That He is God.
We will sing out, Hallelujah.
And we will cry out, Hallelujah.
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