Here shines a wondrous mystery
That's been pondered on for centuries
How music makes a blind man see
And cowards act courageously
And churches chant harmoniously
And strangers shout euphoniously
Now it shall too, soon save the weak
Who have been fastened to their seats.
Now Newton's an authority
On matters such as gravity,
But when we sing, I do believe
The apple rolls back up the tree.

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