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Song lyrics and Video watch: With Joy by Dunsin Oyekan

 


Intro:
I said Lift up your Head Oh Ye Gates
And Let the King of Glory come in
Lift up your Head Oh Ye Gates,
And Let The King of Glory come in
Lift up your Head Oh Ye Gates
And Let the King of Glory come in
Lift up your Head Oh Ye Gates,
And Let The King of Glory come in

Verse:
The King is Here
No need to fear
In a Moment
All sorrows are Gone
The King is Here
No need to Fret
In a Moment
All sicknesses are Gone
The King is Here
No need to fear
In a Moment
All sorrows are Gone
The King is Here
No need to Fret
In a Moment
All sicknesses are Gone

Chorus:
With Joy we Draw from the Well
With Joy we Draw From the Well of Salvation
With Joy we Draw Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah with Joy
With Joy we Draw from the Well
With Joy we Draw From the Well of Salvation
With Joy we Draw Hallelujah...

Bridge:
Never lose your joy
Joy is a fetcher...

Joy comes in the morning...

It will do you like a dream...

Watch the video below...


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