| To the One
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| Who hung the stars up in the sky
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| Then painted all the colors in our eyes
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| Whose Spirit gives us life
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| To the One
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| Who counts each grain of desert sand
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| Holds the constellations in His hand
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| Fully God and fully man
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| We give our thanks, we give our praise
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| We would not breathe but for Your grace
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| We give our hearts, we give our souls
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| To the One who takes our brokenness
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| And makes us whole
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| To the One
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| To the One
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| Who made the moon to pull the tide
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| Calls us His beloved and His bride
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| We lift our praises high
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| To the One
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| Who became broken bread
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| And poured out wine
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| Who was and is and will be for all time
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| Oh, come be glorified
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| We bow our heads in reverence
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| For all that You have done
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| And we sing our praise, night and day
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| To the One |