Sean Feucht - Nineteen Lyrics

The heavens they open
On a white horse you ride
With a sword in your mouth
With a bride on your mind

The elders and creatures
Can't even stand
Like a roar of rushing waters
The multitude cries

Hallelujah
You are the King of all Kings and Lord of Lords
Hallelujah
Salvation and Glory and Power are Yours

You're dressed in a white robe
You're faithful and true
With eyes full of fire
With a wedding coming soon

Clothed in fine linen
All eyes on the King
They will all see your glory
Bowing low they will sing

Salvation, and Glory, and Power are Yours