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There is a river whose streams make glad
The city, the city of God,
The holy dwelling places of the Most High God.

God is in the midst of her, she will not be moved.
God will help her when the morning dawns.
The nations made an uproar, kingdoms fell away,
The earth melted when His voice He raised.


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