| So quiet…
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| The sound of waiting as the world is pending
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| How late…
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| What will come before the day is ending
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| Silence… captured by this silence
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| As we bide Your guidance
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| Let the nations know
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| Silence… strike down their defiance
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| The sacred, God’s alliance
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| Let Your whisper fill their hate with grace
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| All signs…
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| Seven cachets numbered, now all broken
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| Foretells…
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| Sven were th prophesies once spoken
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| See the incense rising
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| With prayers from all the saints
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| The censer filled with fire
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| To be thrown to earth like thunder
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| Silence… captured by this silence
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| As we bide Your guidance
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| Let the nations know
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| Silence… strike down their defiance
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| The sacred, God’s alliance
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| Let Your whisper fill their hate with grace
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| Sorrow, there will be no sorrow
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| There’s a new tomorrow
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| Tears, they will be wiped away
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| See them, saved from tribulation
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| Hear their exaltation
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| The voices from a thousand souls |