Blessed Assurance

Blessed assurance, Glandelinia is mine
Of what a foretaste of Glory devine
Heir of nations purchased from god
When nations in his spirit, are washed in blood
Perfect submission, perfect delight
Visions of rapture burst forth on my sight
Armies advancing, bring yell far above
Echoes of fury, lack of Love
Perfect submission, all is lost
To our foes, am happy and blest
Watching and marching, and listening above
Yells of their victory, lost in their love
This is my story. This is my song
Praising the Abbieannians all the day long
This is my story, this is my song
Praising the Abbieannians all the day long