| He’s brought me here where things are clear
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| And trials turn to gold
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| He shared with me His victory
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| He won in days of old
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| Oh Lord, I don’t deserve
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| The riches of Your word
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| But You’ve changed my filthy rags
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| To linen white as snow
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| The view from here is nothing near
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| To what it is for You
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| I tried to see Your plan for me
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| But I only acted like I knew
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| Oh Lord, forgive the times
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| I tried to read Your mind
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| 'Cause You said if I’d be still
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| Then I would hear Your voice
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| My Lord, my King, my urge to sing
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| And praise the things above
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| No words can say the glorious way
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| You changed me with Your love
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| He’s brought me low so I could know
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| The way to reach the heights
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| To forsake my dreams, my self-esteem
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| And give up all my rights
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| With each one that I lay down
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| A jewel’s placed in my crown
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| 'Cause His love, the things above
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| Is all we’ll ever need
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| He’s brought me here where things are clear
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| And trials turn to gold |