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All hail the pow'r of Jesus' name!
Let angels prostrate fall.
|: Bring forth the royal diadem,
and crown Him Lord of all. :|
I have decided I'm gonna live
like a believer,
turn my back on the deceiver,
I'm gonna live what I believe.
I have decided bein' good is just a fable,
I just can't 'cause I'm not able,
I'm gonna leave it to the Lord.
Ye chosen seed of Israel's race,
ye ransomed from the fall,
|: Hail Him who saves you by His grace,
and crown Him Lord of all. :|
I have decided I'm gonna live
like a believer,
turn my back on the deceiver,
I'm gonna live what I believe.
I have decided bein' good is just a fable,
I just can't 'cause I'm not able,
I'm gonna leave it to the Lord.
Let every kindred, every tribe
on this terrestrial ball
|: To Him all majesty ascribe,
and crown Him Lord of all. :|
I have decided I'm gonna live
like a believer,
turn my back on the deceiver,
I'm gonna live what I believe.
I have decided bein' good is just a fable,
I just can't 'cause I'm not able,
I'm gonna leave it to the Lord.
O that with yonder sacred throng,
we at His feet may fall!
|: We'll join the everlasting song,
and crown Him Lord of all. :|
I have decided I'm gonna live
like a believer,
turn my back on the deceiver,
I'm gonna live what I believe.
I have decided bein' good is just a fable,
I just can't 'cause I'm not able,
I'm gonna leave it to the Lord.
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 extended
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