| A gift freely given
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| To man is a voice to sing
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| And some do so well
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| A voice of golden silk it seems they have
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| But hearing all none can compare
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| With one who sings beyond the air
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| A sound so real
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| My very mind His voice did heal
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| The day He sang it was so pure
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| A sound so clear that i’ve never heard before
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| A sound that’s refreshing to the soul of man
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| Lord here I am please sing again
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| To escape from the cares of this life I need
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| To hear You sing over and over
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| Through Your song we all shall live
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| It seems today some sing
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| About almost anything and there is no life
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| With just a rhythm and a rhyme
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| But if man would take the time to hear
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| Then tears of joy they all could feel
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| And love they’d find
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| To last forever throughout time
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| But they won’t hear
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| They’ll just ignore
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| A song that says that You’re knocking at their door (You are knocking at their
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| door)
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| And they would come in and they could dine with You
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| And You would also sup with them (You would come in and sup with them)
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| A song of Your Word that puts life in men |
| To help them stand for You much bolder
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| This is the only way that we can live
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| In a time when man’s heart cries in search of an answer to a deeper need
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| If Your voice they could only heed
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| Then and only then would they hear You sing
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| A song of Your love where you died to save
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| And now You sing so they can live, oh lord
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| To escape from the cares of this life I need
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| To hear You sing over and over
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| A song of your work that puts life in men
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| To help them stand for You much bolder
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| A song of repentence from sin and shame
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| In a world that grows colder and colder
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| With Your song, we all can live. |