Hallelujah Salvation And Glory Lyrics Brooklyn Tabernacle

Okay, let's be honest. We've all been there. In church, at a concert, maybe even in the shower (no judgment!). That song comes on. You know, the one. The one that just...won't...leave your head.

And for a certain subset of us, that song is undeniably, irrepressibly, the Hallelujah Salvation And Glory powerhouse.

The Brooklyn Tabernacle Choir: A Force of Nature

The Brooklyn Tabernacle Choir. What can you even say? They're legendary. Seriously. Like, Olympic-level harmonizing. Imagine the practice it takes! My own attempts at humming along usually result in something that sounds more like a strangled cat.

They’ve got that gospel sound that makes you want to clap your hands and stomp your feet. Even if you’re usually more of a head-nodder, you're secretly tapping along.

And that song? Hallelujah Salvation And Glory? It's a staple. An anthem. A full-blown, roof-raising experience.

The Unpopular Opinion (Maybe?)

Here comes the controversial part. Deep breath. I... might... kinda... find the lyrics a *teensy* bit repetitive.

"Hallelujah! Salvation and Glory! Honor and Power! Unto the Lord our God!" It's catchy. Don't get me wrong. But after, like, the tenth repetition, I start wondering if maybe we could throw in a verse about, I don’t know, something unexpected? Like, maybe a shoutout to a particularly delicious batch of cookies at the bake sale?

Okay, okay, I'm kidding! (Mostly.)

But really, think about it. It's the same phrase. Over. And over. And OVER. Again. It gets stuck. Like super glue in your brain.

I swear, one time after a particularly spirited performance, I went to order coffee and accidentally told the barista, "Hallelujah! Salvation and Glory! One latte, please!"

Thankfully, she just looked at me with the practiced calm of someone who has seen everything and simply asked, "Cream and sugar?"

The Earworm That Never Dies

It's like the "Baby Shark" of gospel music. But... more powerful. And probably less annoying to most adults (except maybe me, sometimes).

It gets in there. It takes root. You'll be humming it while doing the dishes. You'll be whistling it while waiting in line at the DMV. You'll be muttering it in your sleep.

And you know what? That's not necessarily a bad thing. It's uplifting! It's joyful! It’s… relentlessly repetitive.

Maybe that's the secret, though. Maybe the repetition is the point. To drill that message of praise and thanksgiving into your soul. To force you to remember the good stuff even when you're stuck in traffic or facing a mountain of laundry.

So, yeah, I might poke fun at the slightly... limited... lyrical content of Hallelujah Salvation And Glory. But I can't deny its power. I can't deny its infectious energy. And I definitely can't deny the sheer talent of the Brooklyn Tabernacle Choir.

In fact, I think I hear it calling me now. Time to belt out some "Hallelujah! Salvation and Glory!" while folding socks. Don't judge. You know you want to.

Go on. Admit it. It's in your head now, isn't it? You're welcome (or maybe I should apologize?).