| I have stood on the changing ground
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| I have walked like a man in chains
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| I tried hard to do my best
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| But I could not make my way
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| Oh, trouble was on my tail
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| And he dogged me like a hound
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| 'Til I moved one step onto glory
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| And off of that changing ground
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| There was a rumbling out of my feet
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| There was a howling in the air
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| And when the tempest broke
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| I made a mighty prayer
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| But no one was at my side
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| And no hiding place I found
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| 'Til I moved one step onto glory
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| And off of that changing ground
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| And when I took his hand, I was real arranged
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| I cried out, «My God, I’m changed!»
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| Tell me Lord, what can I do?
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| He said, «Tell your sister and your brother, too»
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| And I testified His truth:
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| I have stood on the changing ground
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| I have walked like a man in chains
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| I tried hard to do my best
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| But I could not make my way
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| Oh, trouble was on my tail
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| And he dogged me like a hound
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| 'Til I moved one step onto glory
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| And off of that changing ground
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| Changing ground |