| She found the place where I’ve been hiding
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| Have I the grace to let her in
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| To where my heart has been residing
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| Away from the joy and pain again?
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| She’s come a long way from her home
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| Seen the serpent’s tongue, heard the lion roar
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| Braved the thicket and the dark hust
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| To lay a fair hand at my door
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| She holds what little love I render
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| Like a candle on a windy night
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| And I pray the gale shall not offend her
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| By stealing such a fragile light
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| She’s come a long way from her home
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| Seen the serpent’s tongue, heard the lion roar
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| Braved the thicket and the dark hust
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| To lay a fair hand at my door
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| She found the place where I’ve been hiding
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| Lord, have I the grace to let her in
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| Where my heart has been residing
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| Far away from the joy and pain again? |