| David’s lion is dust, David’s Goliath is dust
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| David’s outlaw caves are filled with pirate ghosts
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| His ancient lust is just dust upon dust
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| Still we sing because we must
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| Make a joyful noise
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| Make a joyful noise to the Lord
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| David’s fortress is rubble, David’s armies are history
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| David’s campaigns are overshadowed victories
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| His fate is myth, his consequence death
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| Still the Spirit stirs in our breast
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| Make a joyful noise
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| Make a joyful noise to the Lord
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| Yea, though I walk through
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| The valley of the shadow of death
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| I fear no evil, You’re with me
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| You comfort me, You prepare a table for me
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| In the presence of me enemies
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| You anoint my head, my cup runs over
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| Surely goodness and mercy
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| Shall follow me all the days of my life
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| And I’ll dwell in the house
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| Of the Lord forevermore
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| A shepherd, a hero, an outlaw, a king
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| A servant of God who brought Him everything
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| But of all that’s gone and all that came
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| What lives on is what he sang
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| Make a joyful noise
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| Make a joyful noise
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| Make a joyful noise to the Lord
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| Make a joyful noise
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| Make a joyful noise
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| Oh, make a joyful noise to the Lord
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| (Make a joyful, make a joyful noise)
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| (Make a joyful, make a joyful noise)
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| (Make a joyful, make a joyful noise)
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| (Make a joyful, make a joyful noise) |