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Sacred Music | ||
| Sacred music fills the room, Banishing the morning gloom. Voices pure, like angel choir, Lift our spirits ever high'r, Basking us in golden light As the darkness takes to flight. All our burden and despair Vanish quickly in the air. Hallelujah, sing the praise To our God who grace displays. Praise his love, so full and pure That we know will e'er endure. | ||
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