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The Lord has built up Zion to declare His praise,
Given her His glory, given her His grace.
We reflect His love as standing we adore,
Chosen to bring light
That nations might fear His holy name.
Father in heaven we lift our hearts to You,
We dwell before You in worship now
Clothed in white garments,
Anointed with fresh oil
We overflow with love to You.