On the 52nd Floor

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Sitting round a table
With preachers like myself
In one of Boston’s finest
We dined like someone else

High above the city
From windows very tall
A panoramic view
The largest of them all

Intersecting highways
And towers to the shore
As far as the eye can see
On the fifty second floor

My heart is now inflamed
The need I can’t ignore
Send planters to the Bay
To sow from door to door

Praying round a table
Men of God implore
In one of Boston’s finest
On the fifty second floor

With others in New England
In one accord we plead
From Maine to Little Rhody
The Gospel must succeed

Agreeing round a table
On a fight for which to war
The reason why we’ve come
On the fifty second floor

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