| I am weary with the pain of Jacob’s wrestling
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| In the darkness with the Fear, in the darkness with the Fear
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| But he met the morning wounded with a blessing
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| So in the night my hope lives on When Elisha woke surrounded by the forces
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| Of the enemies of God, the enemies of God
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| He saw the hills aflame with angels on their horses
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| So in the night my hope lives on I see the slave that toils beneath the yoke unyielding
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| And I can hear the captive groan, hear the captive groan
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| For some hand to stay the whip his foe is wielding
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| Still in the night my hope lives on I see the armies of the enemy approaching
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| And the people driven, trembling, to the shore
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| But a doorway through the waters now is opening
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| Like the son who thought he’d gone beyond forgiveness,
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| Too ashamed to lift his head--but if he could lift his head
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| He would see his father running from a distance
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| In the night my hope lives on I can see the crowd of men retreating
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| As he stands between the woman and their stones
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| And if mercy in his holy heart is beating
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| Then in the night my hope lives on I remember how they scorned the son of Mary
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| He was gentle as a lamb, gentle as a lamb
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| He was beaten, he was crucified, and buried
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| And in the night, my hope was gone
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| But the rulers of earth could not control Him
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| They did not take his life--he laid it down
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| All the chains of earth could never hope to hold him
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| So in the night my hope lives on |