| God of my father’s
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| Huddled in the harbor
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| Every man an ocean from his home
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| Their captors could not keep them
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| When they heard the drums of freedom
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| The dream of a kingdom
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| In a land they’ve never known
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| God of my father’s
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| Strangers in this country
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| Pilgrims on these dusty roads
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| Across the great plains
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| In the bellies of the steel trains
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| To stake a new claim
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| In that wilderness of hope
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| And like my father’s
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| I am looking for a home
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| I’m looking for a home
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| Beyond the sea
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| So be my God and guide me
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| Till I lie beneath these hills
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| And let the great God of my father’s
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| Be the great God of my children still
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| God of my grandfathers
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| Gone these many years now
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| Well, I guess they’re shining like the sun
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| And I envision them
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| Grinning at the finish
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| And they smile, and they smile
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| 'Cause they love to see me run, whoa
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| And like my father’s
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| I am looking for a home
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| I’m looking for a home
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| Beyond the sea
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| So be my God and guide me
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| Till I lie beneath these hills
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| And let the great God of my father’s
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| Be the great God of my children still, yeah, oh
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| So, now we’re counting stars
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| And counting sand
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| Little feet and little hands
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| We’re counting joys
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| We pray, You’ll know them
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| As You knew us when You wove us
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| As You hold us hold them
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| Please hold them
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| Like their father
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| They are looking for a home
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| Looking for a home
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| Beyond the sea
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| So be their God and guide them
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| Till they lie beneath these hills
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| And let the great God of their father
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| Be the great God of their children
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| Let the great God of my father’s
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| Be the great God of my children still
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| Oh, whoa |