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Eternal Rock of Ages
The only one who was and is and is to come
The ancient of days
The father who has prepared for us an everlasting Home

We have come to twuale for you
Na for your Dormot we thruway this Salute
We have come to Digwe for You
Your praise and you glory we no go dilute

When the enemies tried to pull us down
You held us high up and made them frown
Our face dey shine like the morning sun
You don do us well

Hold them Lord
Those that are trying to lift up their hands to hurt us.
Hold them Lord
May they not be able to lift those hands.

Hold them Lord
Those that are trying to lift up their pen to write against us
Hold them Lord
May they not be able to pick up that pen

Hold them Lord
Those that are trying to say something against us
Hold them Lord
May they not be able to open their mouth

Hold them Lord
Those that are trying to steal something from us
Hold them Lord
May that not be able to remember what they want to take

Hold them Lord
Those that are prying on us
Hold them Lord
May they not be able to locate our location

Hold them Lord
Those that are eating away the Country’s Future
Hold them Lord
May they not collect more to eat

We thank you for holding them
We thank you for stopping them
We thank you for Keeping us
Thank you Lord for saving us
In Jesus Name



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