RESTORED HALLELUJAH’S

O restored Hallelujahs and triple shouts of joy!

For all the sons of God who were once her whipping boys

Are now all safely gathered in and prepared to take their part

The earth their great reward for all their ripped out hearts

Thrown down, thrown down, thrown down!

N’er to be found here anymore

No songs, no sounds, no sordid lamps

No more perpetual states of war.

Loud voices of our vengeance for God’s vehement visitation

Is now poured upon that slut and her bastard nasty nation.

For the blood of prophets slain upon

The altar which they swore, has now danced in vindication On that vanquished bloody whore!

Thrown down, thrown down, thrown down!

N’er to be found here anymore,

No songs, no sounds, no sordid lamps,

No more perpetual states of war.

That spread-legged harlot of corruption,

That Great Bustard that black swan,

Is now stripped before the nations and marked as

‘Mystery Babylon.’

Thrown down, thrown down, thrown down!

N’er to be found here anymore,

No songs, no sounds, no sordid lamps,

No more perpetual states of war.

Fine linen clean and bright

Is for the bride now well prepared,

The supper cooked with lamb and wine,

No gold or silver spared.

Raised up, raised up, raised up!

Like Christ her conquering King,

See the love’s new eternal covenant

Bound by her Lover’s red blood ring

© 2016 Victor Robert Farrell

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RESTORED HALLELUJAH’S

O restored Hallelujahs and triple shouts of joy!

For all the sons of God who were once her whipping boys

Are now all safely gathered in and prepared to take their part

The earth their great reward for all their ripped out hearts

Thrown down, thrown down, thrown down!

N’er to be found here anymore

No songs, no sounds, no sordid lamps

No more perpetual states of war.

Loud voices of our vengeance for God’s vehement visitation

Is now poured upon that slut and her bastard nasty nation.

For the blood of prophets slain upon

The altar which they swore, has now danced in vindication On that vanquished bloody whore!

Thrown down, thrown down, thrown down!

N’er to be found here anymore,

No songs, no sounds, no sordid lamps,

No more perpetual states of war.

That spread-legged harlot of corruption,

That Great Bustard that black swan,

Is now stripped before the nations and marked as

‘Mystery Babylon.’

Thrown down, thrown down, thrown down!

N’er to be found here anymore,

No songs, no sounds, no sordid lamps,

No more perpetual states of war.

Fine linen clean and bright

Is for the bride now well prepared,

The supper cooked with lamb and wine,

No gold or silver spared.

Raised up, raised up, raised up!

Like Christ her conquering King,

See the love’s new eternal covenant

Bound by her Lover’s red blood ring

© 2016 Victor Robert Farrell

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O soul within my soul

Be not as silent as the grave

Speak tenderly to me O LORD

From doubt, come rescue, save

O soul within my soul

O light within my head

Deliver me from darkness

Deliver me from dread

O soul within my soul

O spring of pure delight

Bubble up to cool my heated breast

To calm my quaking fright

O soul within my soul

O brimming brook within me

Rise up and overflow my banks

Of rotting rubbish rid me

O soul within my soul

O slayer of that which slew me

Come balm of Gilead anoint my head

In purity, renew me

© 2016 Victor Robert Farrell

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O soul within my soul

Be not as silent as the grave

Speak tenderly to me O LORD

From doubt, come rescue, save

O soul within my soul

O light within my head

Deliver me from darkness

Deliver me from dread

O soul within my soul

O spring of pure delight

Bubble up to cool my heated breast

To calm my quaking fright

O soul within my soul

O brimming brook within me

Rise up and overflow my banks

Of rotting rubbish rid me

O soul within my soul

O slayer of that which slew me

Come balm of Gilead anoint my head

In purity, renew me

© 2016 Victor Robert Farrell

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O soul within my soul

Be not as silent as the grave

Speak tenderly to me O LORD

From doubt, come rescue, save

O soul within my soul

O light within my head

Deliver me from darkness

Deliver me from dread

O soul within my soul

O spring of pure delight

Bubble up to cool my heated breast

To calm my quaking fright

O soul within my soul

O brimming brook within me

Rise up and overflow my banks

Of rotting rubbish rid me

O soul within my soul

O slayer of that which slew me

Come balm of Gilead anoint my head

In purity, renew me

© 2016 Victor Robert Farrell

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🎶 Holler Hallelujah

A Front-Porch Praise Song That Don’t Hide the Scars
Written by Kentucky Johnson™ & Bobby Farrell
© 2025. All rights reserved. For more, visit www.KentuckyJohnson.com

Verse 1

I ain't got no glitzy choir robe, I ain't got no shiny pew,
Just this busted rocking chair and an all clear back porch view.
But I got me breath and I got me the truth,
And I’m shoutin’ to the heavens like the hills still do.

Chorus

Holler hallelujah, raise it to the sky—
Even when it’s broken, even when you cry.
Holler hallelujah, don’t wait ‘til you’re clean—
Praise Him in the mud,

in the mess,

in between.

Verse 2

Ain’t no steeple in my backyard, just that old lonesome pine,
But the Spirit found me anyway, in God’s own gracious time.
Don’t need no stage to lift my voice and sing—
Just a pounding porchboard pulpit and a rusty old swing.

Chorus

Holler hallelujah, raise it to the sky—
Even when it’s broken, even when you cry.
Holler hallelujah, don’t wait ‘til you’re clean—
Praise Him in the mud,

in the mess,

in between.

Verse 3

I got sorrow in my story, but I still got a shout,
The grave it tried to hold me, but His grace done pulled me out.
Ain’t no shame in the struggle—just the fire and the fight,
Now I’m singin’ like the sunrise despite one hell of a night.

Final Chorus and outro

Holler hallelujah when the devil draws near—
Holler hallelujah ‘til the valley rings clear.
Holler hallelujah with your scars and with your grin—
Let the wild-hearted worship come a crashin’ on in.

Yeah, holler hallelujah
→ He don’t own this ground!

Yeah, holler hallelujah
→ We were lost—but now we’re found!

Yeah, holler hallelujah
→ Ain’t no devil ever gonna hold us down!

C’mon people –

Holler hallelujah when the devil draws near—
Holler hallelujah ‘til the valley rings clear.
Holler hallelujah with your scars and your grin—
Let the wild-hearted worship come a crashin’ on in.

Yeah,

hallelujah!

Bless you Lord.

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by Kentucky Johnson

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by Kentucky Johnson

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