Текст песни Гимны надежды - 024. О, Слово дорогое

Oh, the word is expensive! Oh, call of love holy
Neuticious bliss and peace is hidden.
All the poor in bite
On life path
Gives a consolation
That Call of Christ: "Come!"

Chorus:
Oh, come to Christ!
Oh, come to Christ!
Poor, inundered,
Oh, come to Christ.

Those sweet sounds entail us to heaven,
Where we will forget the flour, find peace of hearts.
Alarm and doubt
My friend you win
And listen to the call of salvation,
That Call of Christ: "Come!"

Chorus:
Oh, come to Christ!
Oh, come to Christ!
Poor, inundered,
Oh, come to Christ.

Oh god, give me the strength to take heavenly light
And right to the grave to keep the holy covenant.
In the wonderful edge
You behave me
And let me hear there
Your gentle call: "Come!"

Chorus:
Oh, come to Christ!
Oh, come to Christ!
Poor, inundered,
Oh, come to Christ!