| Who makes the sun rise up at dawn
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| And run through the afternoon
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| Who keeps the light of a distant star
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| Reflecting off the moon
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| Who waters Earth with summer rain
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| And brings the winter wind
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| Who makes the flowers fall away
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| And spring to life again
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| It’s the Lord our God Almighty
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| And it’s all at His command
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| He’s got the whole world in His hands
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| Who hears our cries of hunger
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| And gives us daily bread
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| Who looks inside our longing hearts
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| And fills the emptiness
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| Who’s a comfort to the broken
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| And who makes them whole again
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| Who has the power to reconcile
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| The soul of every man
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| It’s the Lord our God Almighty
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| And it’s all at His command
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| He’s got the whole world in His hands
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| He’s got the whole world in His hands
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| The whole world in His hands
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| He’s got the whole world in His hands
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| When it seems that sun is setting on
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| All the dreams you had
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| And the prayers that you offer up
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| They get no answer back
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| When the weight of this whole broken world’s
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| Too much for you to stand
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| And you’re dying for the kind of peace
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| That you can’t comprehend
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| You sang it as a little child and you still can
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| He’s got the whole world in His hands
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| He’s got the whole world in His hands
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| He’s got the whole world in His hands |