| Every stone that makes you stumble and cuts you when you fall
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| Every serpent here that strikes your heel to curse you when you crawl
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| The King of love one day will crush them all
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| And every sad seduction and every clever lie
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| Every word that woos and wounds the pilgrim, children of the sky
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| The King of love will break them by and by
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| And You will rise up in the end
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| You will rise up in the end
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| I know the night is cruel
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| But the day is coming soon
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| When You will rise up in the end
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| If a thief had come to plunder when the children were alone
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| If he ravaged every daughter and murdered every son
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| Would not the Father see this? |
| Would not His anger burn?
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| Would He not repay the tyrant in the day of His return?
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| Await, await the day of His return
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| 'Cause He will rise up in the end
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| He will rise up in the end
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| I know you need a Savior
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| He’s patient in His anger
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| But He will rise up in the end
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| And when the stars come crashing to the sea
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| When the high and mighty fall down on their knee
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| We’ll see the sun descending in the sky
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| The chains of death will fall around Your feet
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| And You will rise up in the end
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| You will rise up in the end
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| You will rise up in the end, oh
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| I know You will |