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                      Standing therefore, we stand on the wall

                               Come Lord, we pray Thee

                                   We wait for Thy call

                             We've mourned and we pray

                                  For Thy Glorious Day

                           When the Last trump will sound

                               And Your glorious Power

                                 Awakens the dead, 

                             Resurrection Ing Power

                               Lifting Your faithful

                              Asleep in the ground

                           The Church of Philadelphia

                               In Rapturous holy joy!

                                
                            
                         Woe, Woe! Church Laodicea

                         The judgement Day will find

                      Thou rich unloving prideful church

                             So arrogant and blind

                       You have no need of nothing

                        And your charities a bluffing

                       In your treasures so believe

                          With the name 'church'

                                Sore deceive

                    
                    Now buy thee salve of holiness

                    That your blinded eyes may see

                       Love the Lord and others!!!

                   Your treasures won't save thee!

      

                      Oh' stand ye faithful watchers

                         Stand watch upon the wall

                           And see the coming day

                                     You'll lift!

                           And wickedness will fall!

                  For soon the King will come with fire

                               His Sword of Truth

                                    Will sway

                   Watch therefore the King will come

                            Upon that glorious Day


                                  

                                  Mourn Laodicea

                           Your riches you so trust

                   Will not, and cannot save your soul

                         For treasures turn to dust

                      Awake! Awake! The hour is near

                        The King will ride!! He'll dry 

                               the orphan's tear

                               In huddled mass

                              Of Brotherly Love
    
                           His own eyes saw from

                                Heaven above

                       Who shared the loaves of

                                Molded wheat

                           While false shepherds

                         Took their spoil to eat

                            From widows mites

                            Her meager bites

                   You gobbled up in sheer delight
         
                           You scattered sheep

                            In Heaven's sight!
                            

                             
                             Behold Laodicea

                      Thou rich and prideful place

                     your nakedness is showing

                  Why won't you wash your face

                  Anoint your eyes with eye salve

                     That you may finally see

                You think you've need of nothing

                         in your deep apostasy

                     Lazarus. to the rich man?

                      Was nothing but refuse

                      When the salt (LOVE)

                 Loses flavor, then it has lost
                           
                               It's use

                    

                    Oh! Hold on Philidelphia!

                       The King shall mount

                             His steed

                    And lift you in His mercy

               From this world of hate and greed
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