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Raise her hands
Raise her hands
Peering down into infirmament
Here to be with them reshapen by the master's hand
Against whom the Lord counts not his wrongs
Who's lawless deeds forgiven, blessed is the man
Stand by me here
Our hands together
Of one body
Son and daughter of the maker
Of both our skin, a piece of time
So speak of him, so speak of him thine
Mine and the hearts that pound around me
Mine and the hearts that pound, pound around me
Stand by me here
Our hands together
Of one body
Son and daughter of the maker
Blessed, blessed is the man
Against whom the Lord counts not his wrongs
Blessed, blessed be the man
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