| I have tasted of freedom
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| I can go where He’s leading
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| For shackles can hold me no more
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| I have learned of life’s essence
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| I stand in His presence
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| And sing with my heart He is Lord
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| There are days filled with sorrow
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| Plans for tomorrow
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| But this is the time I must sing
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| And I know there’s a reason
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| Why in His own season
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| He gives me a song I can sing
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| So keep silent ye mountains
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| Ye fields and ye fountains
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| For this is the time I must sing
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| It’s the time to sing praises
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| To the rock of the ages
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| This is the time I must sing
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| If I’ve seen and I done
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| If I’ve gained and I’ve won
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| All the good things that life ever brings
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| Still I’ve tasted enough
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| Of life’s miracle stuff
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| That forever I just have to sing
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| If the rocks would cry out
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| Should his praises die out
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| The stones must keep silent as long
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| As I’ve breath for the singing
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| His praise will keep ringing
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| And I will keep singing my song
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| We cry holy holy holy
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| Is our God
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| We sing holy holy holy
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| Is our God
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| So keep silent ye mountains
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| Ye fields and ye fountains
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| For this is the time I must sing
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| It’s the time to sing praises
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| To the rock of the ages
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| This is the time I must sing
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| This is the time I must sing
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| It’s the time to sing praises
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| To the rock of the ages
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| This is the time I must sing
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| (Holy holy holy holy)
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| We sing holy holy holy
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| Is our God
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| (Holy is our God)
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| (Holy is our God) |