Ao Som do Teu Louvor
Jozyanne
To the Sound of Your Praise
A man tormented by evil spirits
A powerful king had everything but peace
And someone advised, call David to play the harp
So David played, his harp, praising the Lord
And the sound of his praise made hell silent
And heaven descended, in that place, bringing peace to the king
How powerful is the praise!
To the sound of your praise, the prisons and chains
That bind you will fall to the ground!
To the sound of your praise, illnesses
Powers of hell will fall to the ground!
To the sound of your praise, there are no walls
That stand in your way will fall to the ground!
So praise! praise! praise the Lord
So praise! praise! praise the Lord
There is power in your praise
So David played, his harp, praising the Lord
And the sound of his praise made hell silent
And heaven descended, in that place, bringing peace to the king
How powerful is your praise!
To the sound of your praise, the prisons and chains
That bind you will fall to the ground!
To the sound of your praise, illnesses
Powers of hell will fall to the ground!
To the sound of your praise, there are no walls
That stand in your way will fall to the ground!
So praise! praise! praise the Lord
So praise! praise! praise the Lord
There is power in your praise
Rise... now... sing! worship the Lord!
Your gesture will move heaven
With your sincere praise
To the sound of your praise, the prisons and chains
(The chains have already fallen to the ground!)
That bind you will fall to the ground!
To the sound of your praise, (to the sound of your praise!)
Illnesses (illnesses and walls have fallen)
Powers of hell will fall to the ground!
To the sound of your praise, there are no walls
That stand in your way will fall to the ground!
So praise! praise! praise the Lord
So praise! praise! praise the Lord
There is power in your praise
There is power in your praise
There is power in your praise
Worship! Worship! To the sound of your praise
