Outta Babylon/kmy

OUTTA BABYLON
(Am/C/G/F~C/FM~7th) kmy(c)86/95/01/07

In a land called Egypt, there’s a city called Babylon;
and in her streets you can be sure, everything will go wrong!

O’ great city, Babylon, pride of the nations!
How you fell, into hell, with your deception!

Come out from her my harmless Sheep,
from where in wait, daemons lie;
seek shelter in my Ark, lest ye’ surely die!

Come flee, down my narrow path, do not hesitate;
for the time is soon to be, when I close my pearly gates!

Hearken ye, Judea, sheep who listen to my voice;
if ye’ go where I choose, know ye’ are my choice!

And if ye’ stray, upon your way, up my holy hill;
remember I died, to turn the tide, forever yet, I live still!

And if ye’ be a straggler, come, let me take you by the hand;
lead ye’ out from Egypt’s daughter, far from the harlot’s land!

I’ll lead ye’ to that promised place,
where you will gaze into my face;
eat the leaves from off my tree, and taste my bread of grace!


I call you out from Egypt, there is left but a little time;
for soon she’ll drink from Babylon’s cup,
and die from polluted wine!

Come up my holy mountain, where New Jerusalem lies;
in the heart of my holy nation, but a remnant to survive!

I wave my hand, come up and see, I’ve waited o’ so long to be,
able to bring ye’ home to me, from outta Babylon!

Come my beloved daughter, fruit of my everlasting love;
come my sweet, enjoy the treat,
of the whispers of my holy dove!

Blessed fruit of my womb, daughter I call Zion,
I call ye’ up my holy hill, for ye’ are my passion!

I’ll clothe you in fine linen, of my bountiful integrity,
place your ark on the glassy sea, of my eternity!

‘Cause in my name is the mystery,
of who ye’ are and what ye’ be,
so to serve, faithfully, me in my holy throne!/kmy