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Take me past the outercourts
Into the holy place
Past the praise and alter
Lord I long to see your face
Take me past the crowds of people
And the priest who sing their praise
I hunger and thirst for your rightesnous
But has only found one place
So take me in to the holys of holys
Take me in by the blood of the lamb
So take me in to the holys of holys
Take the cloth Cleanse my lips hear I am
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