The powers of darkness cannot prevail
Though they’re coming in like a flood
The battle was fought in the heavenly realm
The victory is yours through the blood
Have no care of what you’ll say or do
I’ve put My Word in your mouth Shout forth the praises of God, your king
My army I’ve raised in the South
Go forth in the new, the old is past
And set the captives free
Too long religious Babylon
Has had the victory
March out in fire and burn the dross
Destroy the things which I hate
The name you bear, My name alone
Will open every gate
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