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	Rise Up   At the cusp of winter, in the cold November They build a hotel up in northern Sweden No steel or woodwork, only snow and water From the River Torne, clean and pure as Eden See it rise up, rise up From the river, from the river See it rise up, rise up From the river, from the river And come the springtime and the thaws of April It melts to nothing and rejoins the river But the Swedes rebuild it in the new November Once more reborn, once more delivered So we come to the hotel, come to its chapel Come in the winter, when the water freezes To stand baptized in the River Torne And walk out blessed, in the eyes of Jesus See us rise up, rise up From the river, from the river See us rise up, rise up From the river, from the river Come on, rise up, rise up From the river, from the river Come on, rise up, rise up From the river, from the river Copyright Jeffrey L. Stillman