Gateway Worship - We Cry Out Lyrics
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We Cry Out
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What Are The Lyrics For We Cry Out By Gateway Worship?
Father of Life seated on your throne of Grace,
Its only by your mercy, we are saved. Lord you've said, if we call upon your name, We and are familes will be saved. So we cry out Your name, El Shaddai, God of Grace, Lord Most High, Jesus Christ. We rely on your grace, Adonai crowned in praise, Lord Most High, Jesus Christ. Jesus, Jesus. Father of love, never failing to forgive, Each moment is a gift from You to live. We're only here to tell the world about Your Grace, Until the day that You take us all away. We will cry out Your name, El Shaddai, God of Grace, Lord Most High, Jesus Christ. We rely on your grace, Adonai crowned in praise, Lord Most High, Jesus Christ. So we cry, Oh so we cry out your name, El Shaddai, God, you're our God of Grace Lord Most High, Jesus Christ. We rely oh Lord, We rely on you, Adonai God of Grace, Oh Lord, Lord Most High, Jesus Christ. Jesus, Jesus We cry out Your name, we cry out, cry it out Abba Father, Adonai, El Shaddai You alone are God Abba Father, Saviour, God of Mighty, alleluia, God of my Healing, crying out, Abba Father, Adonai, Abba Father, Adonai, El Shaddai You alone are God Jesus, so we cry out your name, El Shaddai, God of Grace, Lord Most High, Jesus Christ. We rely on your grace, Adonai crowned in praise, Lord Most High, Jesus Christ. |
Who Wrote We Cry Out By Gateway Worship?
Daniel Mcdougall, Reeva Gauntlett, Sarah Nimmo
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What's The Duration Of The We Cry Out By Gateway Worship?The duration of We Cry Out is 6:32 minutes and seconds. |
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