| I walk right up onto your throne
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| Pick up your life, lay down my own
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| And on this altar known as love
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| You made an orphan child a son
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| Made an orphan child a son
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| When wandering was my heart’s recourse
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| You brought me home from distant shores
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| And on this altar void of pride
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| You made a harlot girl your bride
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| Made a harlot girl your bride
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| Now I’m standing face to face
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| Here with angels and the saints
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| With beauty only love could ever make
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| From now until forever’s end
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| You hold me close and you call me friend
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| No deeper love I’ve ever known
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| Than when your heart became my home
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| When your heart became my home
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| Now I’m standing face to face
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| Here with angels and the saints
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| With beauty only love could ever make |