Hear the voices in the streets
Rejoice in-turn, throw back the sheets
All night, singing my psalms to you
And then we'll slide in underneath
a Joyous burst of jubilee
All night, singing my psalms to you
And to think that we denounced his grace
so miserably so gracelessly
All night, singing my psalms to you
The thing that you will miss the most
Is a temple of The Holy Ghost
The temple is receding

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Abbreviate the voice within
And rise again from dusty sin
All night, singing my psalms to them
And never speak against his name
Or strike my hands with rusty pins
All night, singing my psalms to them
And to think we denounced his grace
So miserably so joylessly
All night, singing my psalms to them
The thing that you will miss the most
is a Temple of the Holy Ghost
A temple worth believing

How-how-how-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh!
How-how-how-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh!

How-how-how-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh!
How-how-how-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh!