Praise the poet when I am lost.

Praise my heavenly father for sending his beloved son,

Born in this world, died for sinners.

Praise the Lord Jesus for coming down from heaven,

Willing to be persecuted and humiliated, he was crucified.

Praise the Lord Jesus who rose from the dead,

The power of the devil is destroyed, and death is better than it.

Praise the Lord Jesus and sit at the right hand of the Father.

Thank God, our sins are forgiven.

Praise the comforter, sent by the Lord,

Dedicated to enlighten and enlighten, but also to influence my mind.