| Seven stars are in his hand
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| And he walks among seven lampstands
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| Holds a book with seven seals
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| At his throne where the angels kneal
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| Seven stars
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| Light seven lamps
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| Seven seals opened by the lamb
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| Seven horns
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| And seven eyes
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| Seven spirits from the skies
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| He is coming with the clouds
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| And every eye will surely see he
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| All the tribes of the earth will mourn
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| Even so the ones who pierced him
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| Seven horns the angels sound
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| Hail and fire at earth were thrown
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| Seven torches burning bright
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| Dry the rivers and darken the night
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| Thunder spoke in seven peals
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| There shall be delay no longer
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| Soon the mystery is revealed
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| By him who lives for ever
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| He is coming with the clouds
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| And every eye will surely see he
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| All the tribes of the earth will mourn
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| Even so the ones who pierced him |