##(Verse 1)
It's the
 song of the redeemed
 rising from the African
 plain.
It's the
 song of the forgiven
 drowning out the Amazon
 rain.
The song of
 Asian believers
 filled with God's holy
 fire.
It's ev'ry tribe, ev'ry
 tongue, ev'ry nation;
a
 love song born of a grateful
 choir.

##(Verse 2)
Let it
 rise above the four winds,
 caught up in the heavenly
 sound.
Let praises echo from the
 towers of cathedrals
to the
 faithful gathered unde
rground.
Of all the songs sung from the
 dawn of creation,
 some were meant to pe
rsist.
Of all the bells rung from a
 thousand steeples,
 none rings truer than
 this:

##(Chorus 1)
 It's all God's children singing,
"Glory, glory,
 hallelujah!
He
 reigns, He reigns!"
 It's all God's children singing,
"Glory, glory,
 hallelujah!
He
 reigns, He reigns!"