Sons of Korah
Sons of Korah
Sons of Korah
Sons of Korah
Sons of Korah
Sons of Korah
Sons of Korah
Sons of Korah
Sons of Korah
Sons of Korah
Sons of Korah
Sons of Korah
My heart is not proud, Lord
My eyes not haughty
I do not concern myself
With things too great
Or wonderful for me
But I have stilled my
I've stilled my soul now
Like a child weeps
In its mothers arms
So I am still
So still in my soul
In me
Oh, Israel
Hope in the Lord
Hope in the Lord
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