
Night Vision: Daniel 7 (Movement I) Geoffrey Golden
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[Verse]
I saw, in the night, a vision
Someone who looked like the Son of Man
Coming with the clouds of Heaven
He approached the Ancient of Days
And was brought into His presence
[Chorus]
To our Messiah was given dominion
Glory, and the Kingdom
That all peoples, nations, and tongues should worship Him
Now, His dominion is an everlasting dominion
It will know no end
And His Kingdom will never be destroyed
Ayy, ayy-ayy
Ayy-ayy, oh, oh
[Verse]
Thrones were placed, the Ancient of Days took His seat
And His clothes, they were white as snow
And thе hair of His head like a wool
And His throne, a burning flamе
And its wheels, a blazing fire
[Verse]
Thrones were placed (Hey-ayy)
The Ancient of Days took His seat
And His clothes, they were white as snow
And the hair of His head like a wool
And His throne, a burning flame
And its wheels, a blazing fire
Hey-ayy, e-yeah
E-yeah-ayy, e-yeah, ayy-hey
Oh, the Ancient of Days has taken His seat
Ayy-hey-ayy
I saw, in the night, a vision
Someone who looked like the Son of Man
Coming with the clouds of Heaven
He approached the Ancient of Days
And was brought into His presence
[Chorus]
To our Messiah was given dominion
Glory, and the Kingdom
That all peoples, nations, and tongues should worship Him
Now, His dominion is an everlasting dominion
It will know no end
And His Kingdom will never be destroyed
Ayy, ayy-ayy
Ayy-ayy, oh, oh
[Verse]
Thrones were placed, the Ancient of Days took His seat
And His clothes, they were white as snow
And thе hair of His head like a wool
And His throne, a burning flamе
And its wheels, a blazing fire
[Verse]
Thrones were placed (Hey-ayy)
The Ancient of Days took His seat
And His clothes, they were white as snow
And the hair of His head like a wool
And His throne, a burning flame
And its wheels, a blazing fire
Hey-ayy, e-yeah
E-yeah-ayy, e-yeah, ayy-hey
Oh, the Ancient of Days has taken His seat
Ayy-hey-ayy
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