| I went to visit the shrine of plenty,
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| But found it stores all filled with dust,
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| I bowed at alters of gold and silver,
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| But as I knelt there they turned to rust.
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| So I’ll worship only at the feet of Jesus,
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| His cup alone, my holy grail,
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| There’ll be no other gods before Him,
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| Just Jesus only will never fail.
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| The call of fortune made me a pilgrim,
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| To journey to things promised us,
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| But as I climbed the promise faded,
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| And when blew lonely all through the night.
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| So I’ll worship only at the feet of Jesus,
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| His cup alone, my holy grail,
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| There’ll be no other gods before Him,
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| Just Jesus only will never fail.
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| Just dessert dust and empty shadows,
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| All promises that turned to lies,
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| The gods offer fail and betray me,
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| You alone are truth and life.
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| So I’ll worship only at the feet of Jesus,
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| His cup alone, my holy grail,
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| There’ll be no other gods before Him,
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| Just Jesus only will never fail.
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| Just Jesus only will never fail |