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You blow the whistle on godless nations; you throw dirty players out of the game, wipe their names right off the roster.
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Enemies disappear from the sidelines, their reputation trashed, their names erased from the halls of fame.
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God holds the high center, he sees and sets the world's mess right.
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He decides what is right for us earthlings, gives people their just deserts.
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God's a safe-house for the battered, a sanctuary during bad times.
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The moment you arrive, you relax; you're never sorry you knocked.
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Sing your songs to Zion-dwelling God, tell his stories to everyone you meet:
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How he tracks down killers yet keeps his eye on us, registers every whimper and moan.
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Be kind to me, God; I've been kicked around long enough. Once you've pulled me back from the gates of death,
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I'll write the book on Hallelujahs; on the corner of Main and First I'll hold a street meeting; I'll be the song leader; we'll fill the air with salvation songs.
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They're trapped, those godless countries, in the very snares they set, Their feet all tangled in the net they spread.