| I’ve been waiting for streets paved with gold
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| Staying alive, but numb from the cold
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| Drifting away, for the bent of the flesh is to stray
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| Lord, help me obey
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| Falling, but His gentle hand
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| Lifts me again, and helps me to stand
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| How can it be, there is so much rebellion in me
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| Oh, Lord set me free
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| The lamp is burning, the table prepared
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| For the wayfaring son’s coming home
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| Oh, Holy Father come dwell in this place
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| Or my wandering spirit will roam
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| Father of Lights, no shadow of change
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| Giving Your life, for mine in exchange
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| Scarlet to white, You have given my blind eyes their sight
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| Lord, make me contrite
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| The lamp is burning, the table prepared
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| For the wayfaring son’s coming home
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| Oh, Holy Father come dwell in this place
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| Or my wandering spirit will roam
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| On Your cross I died, justice satisfied
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| With my Lord I rose, and the living water flows
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| The lamp is burning, the table prepared
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| For the wayfaring son’s coming home
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| Oh, Holy Father come dwell in this place
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| Or my wandering spirit will roam |