| I wondered how to come to You
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| I did not dare believe it true
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| That You regard the orphaned ones
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| They love their daughters or their sons
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| The broken and the barren too
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| I heard could find some rest in You
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| What kind of love in injuries plays
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| Would leave instead the stain of grace
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| So I come in sorrow and I come in shame
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| I come to the cross with my pain
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| Just as I am without, would one believe
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| But that Thy blood was shed for me
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| And that Thou bids me, come to Thee
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| Oh, Lamb of God I come, I come
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| The pardon that I’ve found from sins
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| Built out from where the nails went in
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| My heart will ever won’t proclaim
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| I had not lived until the day, oh, Lamb of God I’m
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| Lord knows there is a crown for me
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| The awed and mortal eyes can’t see
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| And idol not to any man
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| But often mean just as I am
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| So I come rejoicing with hands held high
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| And I come singing words of new life
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| Just as I am without, would one believe
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| But that Thy blood was shed for me
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| And that Thou beckons me, come to Thee
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| Oh, Lamb of God, oh, Lamb of God
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| Oh, Lamb of God, I come, I come, I come
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| Oh, Lamb of God, oh, Lamb of God I come
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| Oh, Lamb of God I come |