| Are you lost, my runaway?
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| All is spent, squandered away
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| You’ve had your taste; |
| you’ve had your fill
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| It’s not enough; |
| you’re wanting still
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| He said, My son, if you come home
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| I’ll wrap you in My finest robes
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| And we will dance until the dawn
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| No greater love; |
| you are My son
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| My God, my God
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| What mercy You have shown to me
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| My God, my God
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| Forever I will sing to Thee
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| Do you feel broke beyond repair?
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| The crushing weight is too much to bear
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| And with no hope for innocence
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| Who will stand in your defense?
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| But One has come, to claim His own
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| To fight for you, oh, weary soul
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| The world you fear, a threat no more
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| For Earth will hear the victor’s roar
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| This song will rise, from shore to shore
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| We are free; |
| we’re bound no more
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| And we will dance, and all will know
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| For it’s the coming of my Lord
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| This song will rise, from shore to shore
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| We are free, where bound no more |