| Staring at the glow of the city lights
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| In the land of the rising sun
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| You hear the cries from the hearts of everyone
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| An ocean apart from my town tonight
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| But I know I’m not alone
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| I feel You just as close a thousand miles from home
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| I can see Your love, I can see Your love all around
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| Everywhere I go, everywhere
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| It’s surrounding
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| I can feel Your heart, I can feel Your heart
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| Beating for us now
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| Sinking my feet in the muddy ground
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| Lifting my face in the rain
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| I see Your kingdom in the middle of hunger and pain
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| I feel You in the hands of the poor
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| I hear You in the song of the weak
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| There is no place too far that You can’t reach
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| I see it in the sun
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| I see it in the sky
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| Your glory’s everywhere
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| Your love is alive
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| I see it in Your Son
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| I see it when He died
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| I see it when He rose
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| Your love is alive
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| Oh yeah, Your love is alive
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| Could we with ink the ocean fill
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| And were the skies of paper made
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| Every tree on earth a quill
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| And every man a scribe by trade
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| To write the love of God above
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| Would drain the ocean dry
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| Nor could the scroll contain the whole
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| Though stretched from sky to sky
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| Oh love of God, how rich and pure
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| How measureless and strong
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| It shall forevermore endure
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| The saints and angels songs
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| Oh love of God, how rich and pure
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| How measureless and strong
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| It shall forevermore endure |