| There is a place of sorrow and love
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| The innocent Savior broken and bleeding for us
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| Nails in his hands, thorns on his brow
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| Rivers of mercy endlessly flowing down
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| The Son of God, high and lifted up
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| The Father’s love came pouring down for us
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| He has overcome
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| There is a place for all who will come
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| His arms are open, our sins are washed white in His blood
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| The lost and unworthy, come find your home
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| The broken and hurting, His love will never let go
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| The Son of God, high and lifted up
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| The Father’s love came pouring down for us
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| He has overcome
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| The spotless Lamb, for every sinner slain
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| Our victory, our hope beyond the grave
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| And He has overcome
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| And He has overcome, yeah
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| And now my song will ever be
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| Of my Savior’s love for me
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| And when at last His face I see
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| With all the saints in glory
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| Now my song will ever be
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| Of my Savior’s love for me
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| And when at last His face I see
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| With all the saints in glory
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| The Son of God, high and lifted up
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| The Father’s love came pouring down for us
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| He has overcome
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| The spotless Lamb, for every sinner slain
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| Our victory, our hope beyond the grave
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| And He has overcome
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| And He has overcome
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| And He has overcome, yeah |