Make haste o Lord to deliver me
I’m shackled but I must be free
from avarice envy and deceit
make haste to set me back on my feet
Oh Lord open up my lips
and my mouth will launch a thousand ships
against oppression greed and war
We’ll finally find out what life is for
Make haste to help me I need it badly
show me your temple I’ll go there gladly
Away from the crowds and crazy talk
Lord just point my feet to walk
Glory be to the father glory be to the son
Glory be to the three and the two and the one
As it was in the beginning it’s never done
What a place what a waste the race is run
You can read an explanation of the origin of these lyrics here
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