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 This  Mountain  Named  Moriah
He said get thee to the mountain top
In the land called Moriah,  I said LORD
have I not been true to thee,  done  my
very best, must you send your servant
to a place so nigh to death, he spoke
said my son this day,  shadows of
doubt,  shall be laid to rest

It's only on Moriah,  your love can be
fully proved,  if not for Moriah son,  how
am I to see,  your willingness to give
thy most precious thing to me

As you climb lonely Moriah,  know
I shall meet you there, my strength
will be made perfect,  in your weakest
hour,  in faith son climb this mountain
the Lamb of God awaits you there.
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