'Tis the eleventh hour, we've traveled far and suffered long.
How often we cried to Heaven, begging for deliverance.
You came and promised, then showed God's power.
Through that power we were freed.
Now what shall we do?
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'Tis the eleventh hour sage, and we have yet to falter.
Others have turned; they have fallen away.
They were without strong faith.
But we trusted in your words and followed.
Where shall we turn if not to you?
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'Tis the eleventh hour, and the enemy is coming.
Cruelly they treated us, harshness we remember well.
Yet we were at least alive, now they seek our lifeblood.
They will not leave one living, we are afraid.
Should we surrender and hope to survive?
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'Tis the eleventh hour, the enemy closes in fast.
Answer us with God's power.
Speak to us; let us hear God's voice.
You are His prophet; tell us His answer.
Will we be saved again?
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The old man stood and the people fell silent.
He raised his staff and they held their breaths.
He seemed to listen a moment to the wind.
The he spoke and with one sentence answered all questions and calmed all fears.
"Be still and know that I am God."
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The waters opened.