Masters in This Hall - The Tabernacle Choir at Temple Square, Eugene Ormandy & The Philadelphia Orchestra

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The rush the terror Can't hide nowhere All this power Fire in the sky Fear in your eyes All this power All this power Whoooo Whoooo Your world is shakin' It ain't the trees All this power All this power It's gonna bring you Down to your knees All this power All this power Whoooo Whoooo Whoooo All this power They can't contain me I'll always break free I feel this power I feel this power Judas may try to kiss But no one could stop this I feel this power I feel this power Whoooo Whoooo Your world is shakin' It ain't the trees All this power All this power It's gonna bring you Down to your knees All this power All this power Whoooo Whoooo Whoooo All this power Everything is silent It's the calm before the storm Through the fire, and the pressure, The brightest star is born No one's ever seen the light, That shines as bright as this Like the cosmos might explode Everything cease to exist Your world is shakin' It ain't the trees All this power All this power It's gonna bring you Down to your knees All this power All this power Whoooo Whoooo Whoooo All this power

Oh, say, can you see, by the dawn's early light What so proudly we hail'd at the twilight's last gleaming? Whose broad stripes and bright stars, through the perilous fight O'er the ramparts we watch'd, were so gallantly streaming? And the rockets' red glare, the bombs bursting in air Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there Oh say, does that star-spangled banner yet wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave? Oh, thus be it ever when freemen shall stand Between their loved homes and the war's desolation Blessed with victory and peace, may the heaven rescued land Praise the power that hath made and preserved us as a nation Then conquer we must, when our 'cause is just And this be our motto "In God is our trust" And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!

Joy to the world, the Lord is come! Let earth receive her King, Let every heart prepare Him room, And heaven and nature sing, And heaven and nature sing, And heaven, and heaven, and nature sing. Joy to the earth, the Savior reigns! Let men their songs employ, While fields and floods, rocks, hills and plains Repeat the sounding joy, Repeat the sounding joy, Repeat, repeat, the sounding joy. He rules the world with truth and grace, And makes the nations prove The glories of His righteousness, And wonders of His love, And wonders of His love, And wonders, wonders, of His love. Joy to the world, the Lord is come! Let earth receive her King, Let every heart prepare Him room, And heaven and nature sing, And heaven and nature sing, And heaven, and heaven, and nature sing.

Hark the herald angels sing Glory to the newborn King Peace on earth and mercy mild God and sinners reconciled Joyful, all ye nations rise Join the triumph of the skies With the angelic host proclaim Christ is born in Bethlehem Hark! The herald angels sing Glory to the newborn King! Hail the heav'n-born prince of peace Hail the son of righteousness Light and life to all He brings Ris'n with healing in his wings Mild He lays his glory by Born that man no more may die Born to raise the sons of earth Born to give them second birth Hark! The herald angels sing Glory to the newborn King!