.Every Sunday mornin' that old preacher lets his sermon ring
His only daughters in the choir and I hang on every word she sings
I heard him say that blessing is the man who looks on lovely things
Well I don't know how much more blessed I could ever be
Hallelujah, I see an angel r.
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