Your Throne O God is from everlasting to everlasting.
O Ancient of Days King of all Ages.
The Highest heavens can not contain,
Your Glory, Your Power nor Your Name.
High in the heavens above all the rest,
the sons of men you have chosen to bless.
Truly, in mercy You have freely pardoned,
the guilt ridden ones to this day from the Garden.
Your Throne O God is from everlasting to everlasting.
O Ancient of Days King of all Ages.
Oh, you mighty ones at His bidding,
the Savior has triumphed and our sins are forgiven.
Rejoice and be glad for the Lord of Hosts,
has revealed His salvation let the freed ones boast.
Salvation for all men He's opened the door,
only peace, no more sin, nor the tumult of war.
Forever and ever our election is sure,
through Christ our Redeemer whose love shall endure.
Now access is given for those born again,
with God as our Father, our Savior and Friend.
Your Throne O God is from everlasting to everlasting.
O Ancient of Days King of all Ages.
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