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Praises be still to our God

When the walls turn to ashes with the flames

And the chains that have bounded these arms tied in shame

Praises be still to our God

The voice that calms the soul of the persecuted

Praises be stilll to the Father's love

This faith will not falter amidst the taunting of men

Praises be still to our God

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