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O gDive me F#mback my PGrophet Ddear, A And PDatriarBmch, O gGive tAhem Dback; A The DSaints of F#mlatter Gdays to cDheer, And lEmead them iDn the GgospA7el tDrack. F#mBut Bmoh! they're gDone from Gmy AembDrace, F#mFromBm earthly sDcenes their sGpirits fAled; Two Dof the F#mbest of AGdam's rDace, Now lEmie entoDmbed amoGng tA7he dDead.F#m G A
Ye Dmen of F#mwisdom tGell me Dwhy, A No Dguilt, no Bmcrime in Gthem wAere Dfound, A Their Dblood doth F#mnow so Gloudly cDry, From Emprison Dwalls, and GCarthA7age Dground.
F#mYour Bmtongues are Dmute, but Gpray AattDend, F#mThe Bmsecret DI will Gnow relAate, Why Dthose whom F#mGod to Gearth did Dlend, Have Emmet the Dsuffering GmarA7tyr's Dfate.
[Interlude] D Bm G D Bm D G A D F#m G D Em D G A7 D
F#mYour Bmtongues are mDute, but Gpray AattDend, F#mThe Bmsecret DI will Gnow relAate, Why Dthose whomF#m God to eGarth did Dlend, Have Emmet the Dsuffering GmartA7yr's DfateF#m. G A
[Outro]
O Emgive me back my prophA7et dDearD (DplF#uckD sF#ingAleD notes, ending on D Chord)