| I fail in every single way
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| But every time I hear you say
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| «Faithful one, come in to this place
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| the place of rest where you belong,»
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| I anticipate the final day when
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| I fall into your warm embrace,
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| With everything that I’ve been through
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| Nothing else compares
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| And it feels like,
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| All these tears are coming through,
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| When I think of everything you do And it feels like all this joy is bleeding through,
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| When I think of seeing you
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| I complicate this very state of resting in what you create,
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| Nothing goes out your control,
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| You’ve given me this very soul,
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| You cared enough to take my place,
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| And have given me unending grace,
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| I know that you know every need that’s my security
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| All your ways are so mysterious never far your ear to hear us
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| I’ll never thirst from this drink that you give when you are near |