| How quickly we forget the god
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| Who lives in everyday
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| How easy to lose sight
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| That You reside in the mundane
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| How quickly we forget the power
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| That’s running through our veins
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| The kind of power that empties graves
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| And, oh, my soul
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| Remember who you’re talkin' to
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| The only one who death bows to
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| That’s the God who walks with you
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| And, oh, my soul
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| You know that if He did it then
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| He can do it all again
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| His power can still raise the dead
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| So, don’t tell me that He’s finished yet
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| Lest we not forget the voice
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| That’s holdin' back the waves
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| Was once the voice that told the skies
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| To pour them into place
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| Let us join the endless song
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| Of everlasting praise
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| The only God who empties graves
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| And, oh, my soul
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| Remember who you’re talkin' to
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| The only one who death bows to
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| That’s the God who walks with you
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| And, oh, my soul
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| You know that if He did it then
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| He can do it all again
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| His power can still raise the dead
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| So, don’t tell me that He’s finished yet
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| If You broke through the oceans
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| You can break through these chains
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| If Your word made the mountains
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| It can move them all the same
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| If death fell before You
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| And it’s still on its face
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| Then the power that raised You
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| Is about to move again
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| If You broke through the oceans
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| You can break through these chains
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| If Your word made the mountains
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| It can move them all the same
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| And if death fell before You
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| And it’s still on its face
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| Then the power that raised You
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| Is about to move again
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| It’s about to move again
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| Oh, my soul
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| Remember who you’re talkin' to
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| The only one who death bows to
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| That’s the God who walks with you
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| And, oh, my soul
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| You know that if He did it then
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| He can do it all again
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| His power can still raise the dead
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| So, don’t tell me that He’s finished yet |