| Stir in us to stand
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| Among the shifting sands
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| At Your Word we rise and prophesy
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| Let the weak say, «I am strong»
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| Let us sing a victory song
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| To the King of kings, Jesus Christ
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| Let Your authority rise in me, break every stronghold
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| No weapon formed could wage war against Your throne
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| Now everything
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| Must bow its knee
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| To the King of kings and Your authority
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| And when I speak
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| Darkness must flee
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| You have given me Your authority
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| So I am not afraid of the mountain in my way
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| When I speak it will begin to shake
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| Let Your authority rise in me, break every stronghold
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| No weapon formed could wage war against Your throne |