| With the sting of the whip on my shoulder
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| With the salt of my sweat on my brow
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| Elohim, God on high
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| Can you hear your people cry?
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| Help us now in this dark hour…
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| Deliver us, hear our call
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| Deliver us, Lord of all
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| Remember us, here in this burning sand
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| Deliver us, there’s a land you promised us
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| Deliver us to the Promised Land
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| (Yocheved)
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| Yal-di ha-tov veh ha-rach
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| (My good and tender son)
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| Al ti-ra veh al tif-chad
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| (Don't be frightened and don’t be scared)
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| My son, I have nothing I can give
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| But this chance that you may live
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| I pray we’ll meet again
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| If He will deliver us…
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| (Slaves)
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| Deliver us, hear our prayer
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| Deliver us from despair
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| These years of slavery grow too cruel to stand
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| Deliver us, there’s a land you promised us
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| Deliver us out of bondage and…
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| Deliver us to the Promised Land
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| (Yocheved)
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| Hush now, my baby
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| Be still, love, don’t cry
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| Sleep as you’re rocked by the stream
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| Sleep and remember my last lullaby
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| So I’ll be with you when you dream
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| River, o river, flow gently for me
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| Such precious cargo you bear
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| Do you know somewhere he can be free?
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| River, deliver him there…
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| (Young Miriam)
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| Brother, you’re safe now and safe may you stay
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| For I have a prayer just for you:
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| Grow, baby brother, come back someday
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| Come and deliver us, too…
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| (Slaves)
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| Deliver us, send a shepherd to shepherd us
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| And deliver us to the Promised Land
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| (Yocheved)
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| Deliver us! |