گیت کے بول کے نقاط
ENاصل بول
ترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
When the morning falls on the farthest hill
I will sing His name, I will praise Him still
When dark trials come and my heart is filled
With the weight of doubt, I will praise Him still
For the Lord, our God, He is strong to save
From the arms of death, from the deepest grave
And He gave us life in His perfect will
And by His good grace I will praise Him still
