Holy, holy, holy lord,
God of pow'r & might,
Heaven and earth are
Full of your glory

Hosanna in the highest,
Blessed is he who comes
Iin the name of the lord

Hosanna!
Hosanna!
Hosanna!
Hosanna!

Oh is it true that songs can do what bombs have always missed?
To strike the lips of power that all men have longed to kiss
That all may know if you don't save than everything is lost
Your road map to freedom is from infancy to cross

No rock will bear my load, i'll cry out loud with in my time
A battle cry against this world
"god help me!" is the line
And as i rush upon the field i know i may fall slain
But i would rather firhgt and die than live my life in vain