[Intro: one plain untrained female voice alone, single acoustic guitar, slow, modal, no polish] Tell it in the valley Tell it on the hill [Verse 1: same voice, guitar and upright bass, a second voice joins on the last line] He will break them like a potter breaks a cup He will burn them up like chaff He will tread them in the press until the press runs over And He will grind them into powder Grind them into powder [Refrain: the whole room singing together, men and women in plain unison, boot stomps on the floorboards] Let them be scattered Let them be scattered Let the ones that hate Him Run before His face Let them be scattered [Verse 2: lead voice with the room humming underneath, banjo enters] Every gate that hell put up is coming down Every crown is getting broke Every house that hell built up is burning to the ground tonight And the ash is in the water Nobody's coming back for it [Refrain: more voices, louder, fiddle joins] Let them be scattered Let them be scattered Let the ones that hate Him Run before His face Let them be scattered [Verse 3: fiddle and banjo driving now, most of the room singing] The hillside's full, the road is full The sky is full Coming down in a line that doesn't end and doesn't hurry Every one of them with the fire in her hand Not a one of them in a hurry [Bridge: everything drops out except voices and stomps, no instruments, slow and heavy] He has never lost He has never lost He has never lost Not one time [Final refrain: the entire congregation, full volume, handclaps and stomps, guitar banjo and fiddle all driving, relentless, no let-up] Let them be scattered Let them be scattered Let the ones that hate Him Run before His face Let them be scattered Let them be scattered Let them be scattered Let the ones that hate Him Run before His face Let them be scattered [Outro: falls back to one voice and one guitar, unresolved, stops rather than ends] Tell it in the valley Tell it on the hill [End]
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