And I Am With You
Purify yourselves
Put away your foreign gods
Put on clean garments
Arise, go up to Bethel
Make an altar to your God
And so they journeyed
A shroud of fear protected
He built an altar
He called the place El-Bethel
For God revealed himself here
Jacob is no more
Now you will be Israel
And I am with you
Be fruitful and multiply
A nation shall spring from you
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(from Genesis 35)
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