| Babylon be still while I blow this trumpet
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| Babylon be still
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| In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God
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| The same that was in the beginning with God. |
| All things were made by him;
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| and without
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| Him was not any thing made that was made. |
| In him was life; |
| and the life was the
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| light
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| Of men. |
| And the light shineth in darkness; |
| and the darkness comprehended it not.
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| He was in the world, and the world was made by him, and the world knew him not.
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| He came
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| Unto his own, and his own received him not. |
| But as many as received him,
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| to them gave he
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| Power to become the sons of God…
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| Jah Rastafari, Haile Selassie the First
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| Who was born not of the will of man, nor of the will of the flesh,
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| but of the will of God
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| Full of grace and truth. |
| And the Word was made flesh, and dwelt among I and I
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| and I and I
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| And we beheld his glory, the glory as of the only begotten of the Father,
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| full of grace
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| And truth
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| King Haile Selassie I
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| King Haile
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| Oh God, he is Christ
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| Christ in his kingly character
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| Christ in his kingly character
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| Tell…
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| There is no other
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| There is no other
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| There is no other
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| His foundation is in the holy mountains. |
| The Lord God Jah the Almighty loveth
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| the gates of
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| Zion more than all the dwellings of Jacob. |
| Glorious things are spoken of thee,
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| O city of
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| God. |
| Selah. |
| I will make mention of Rahab and Babylon to them that know me:
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| behold
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| Philistia, and Tyre, with Ethiopia; |
| this man was born there. |
| And of Zion it
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| shall be said
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| This and that man was born in her: and the highest himself shall establish her.
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| The Lord
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| God Jah the Almighty Haile Selassie, our Father’s chanted redeemer shall count,
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| when he
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| Writeth up the people, that this man was born there. |
| Selah. |
| As well the singers
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| as the
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| Players on instruments shall be there: all my springs are in thee
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| Oh well now…
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| Babylon be still while I blow this trumpet
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| Babylon be still while I blow this trumpet
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| Bobalon be still
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| Can’t give I your pill
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| Want to see I be killed
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| Oh well now…
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| Give thanks and praise to the Most High always!
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| And I know Jah will help in your days
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| This is no time to gaze
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| No, no, no
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| No time to gaze
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| Play rasta song
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| All the day long
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| And you’ll be strong
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| To carry on, yes… |