| The oceans give up all the dead that are in them
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| The graves open wide to set the captives free
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| And those who are roaming, the earth rise to meet them
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| Abraham’s seed as the sands of the sea
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| These are they who have come out of great tribulation
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| They have washed their robes in the blood of the lamb
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| They have come through much sorrow into great jubilation
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| They’re redeemed by the blood of the lamb
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| Like a strong mighty army their voices are ringing
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| The great crowd of witnesses sing freedom’s song
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| As they enter the country built by their own father
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| The promised homeland they’ve looked for so long
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| And all the strangers and pilgrims, they’re no longer strangers
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| All the tired weary wanderers, they wander no more
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| The table is spread for the great celebration
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| And the welcome home banner flies over the door
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| These are they who have come out of great tribulation
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| They have washed their robes in the blood of the lamb
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| They have come through much sorrow into great jubilation
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| They’re redeemed by the blood of the lamb
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| They’re redeemed by the blood of the lamb |