Power teamster, song of the Lord! 
    Yeilding high praises, wielding the sword!
    Paradise seeing, ears
    Heaven hear, 
    Angels on horses, love without fear; 
    Joy bubble!  Fill
    the cup 
    with strength to endure,  
    Sweet heart growing pure; 
    Then pour it out for
    wounded and broken, 
    Healing a shout when Power is spoken. 
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