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Up those stone steps I climb Hail this joyful day's return Into its great shadowed vault I go Hail the Pentecostal morn The reading is from Luke 24

Far from me Far from me There is no knowledge but i know it There's nothing to learn from that vacant voice That sails to me across the line From the ridiculous to the sublime It's

The boatman calls from the lake A lone loon dives upon the water I put my hand over her Down in the lime tree arbour The wind in the trees is whispering

Lord Into my arms, O Lord Into my arms, O Lord Into my arms And I don't believe in the existence of angels But looking at you I wonder if that's true

People just ain't no good I think that's welll understood You can see it everywhere you look People just ain't no good We were married under cherry

Just like a bird that sings up the sun In a dawn so very dark Such is my faith for you Such is my faith And all the world's darkness can't swallow up

shaped face Comes from the West country where the birds sing bass She's got a house-big heart where we all live And plead and council and forgive Her widow's

Up those stone steps I climb Hail this joyful day's return Into its great shadowed vault I go Hail the Pentecostal morn The reading is from Luke 24 Where

Lord Into my arms, oh Lord Into my arms, oh Lord Into my arms And I don't believe in the existence of angels But looking at you I wonder if that's true