Luyện nghe bài hát Nightlights

Be Thou exalted my reputation,
'Cause applause is a poor of soul medication.

And tried it for years, but my symptoms remain:
Still fretting the day that they'll my name,
selling my soul for American fame.
Treating the promotion of Jesus like a oiled machine,
Advancing His just to snag some acclaim.

Now, I'm both comforted and haunted it isn't just me though.
I see a nation of needing to feed their own egos,
status like steeples.
Do we not know it's evil to love ourselves than both God and His people?

But see, here's where you turn poem on it's head,
'Cause the greatest us came as servant instead,
And You humbled Yourself to the of Your death.
Apparently love for the glory runs red.

So friends, will we to the Son till our own flames grow dim?
Will our bright become merely night-lights near Him?
Words echo once, let echo again:
Be Thou over my reputation.