| I have seen the many faces,
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| I fear in the pain.
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| I have watched the tears fall plenty,
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| From heart ache and strength.
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| So if life’s journey, Has you weary and afraid.
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| There’s rest in the shadow of his wings.
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| I have walked through the valleys,
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| The mountains and plains.
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| I have held the hand of freedom,
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| It washes all my stains.
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| If you feel the weight of many trials,
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| And burdens from this world.
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| There’s freedom in the shelter of the Lord.
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| I have seen,
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| The healing hand of God,
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| Reaching out and mending broken hearts.
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| Taste and see the fullness of His peace,
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| And hold on to what’s being held out.
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| The healing hand of God.
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| I have touched the scars upon His hands,
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| To see if they were real.
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| He has walked the road before me,
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| He knows just how I feel.
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| When you feel there is not anyone,
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| Who understands your pain,
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| Just remember all of Jesus’suffering.
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| Cast all your cares on Him,
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| For He cares for you.
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| He’s near to the broken and confused.
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| By His stripes,
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| Our spirit is renewed.
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| So enter in the joy prepared for you.
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| The healing hand of God
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| And hold on to what’s being held out
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| The healing hand of God
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| Oh Oh Oh Oh |