Glórias
Vânia Guedes
Glories
In the early hours of the morning
To hear a celestial choir
Saying: glories, glories
It was in a Holy City
All in gold and crystals
I only heard them say: glories, glories
Glories, glories, glories, glories
Glories, to the Author of creation
And the Angels sang, the Cherubim flew
And said: Holy, Holy, Holy is God
This city truly has no equal
Where the walls are of jasper and crystals
And the Angels sang, the Cherubim flew
And said: Holy, Holy, Holy is God
And the others said
