o majesty
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of the sovereign rule
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your open palm
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you have set over all
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power is yours
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to crush what you've made
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in your fist the molten core
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to shift the earth's plates
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and should you choose
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to cast down your rod
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all nations would wail
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at the wall of your flood
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in our titanic enterprise
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we cannot defy and long survive
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pity is hidden . . . from my eyes
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saith the lord
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with sympathy stirred
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i'll not execute my wrath
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i'll not again destroy ephraim
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for i am god and not man
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the holy one in your midst
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with terror i will not come
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i will ransom them
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from the power of the grave
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from the hand of sheol
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. . . redeemed
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o death
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i will be your plagues
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o grave
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i will be your demise
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Earthshaker
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Ethereal Scourge |