| I put my hope in you
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| I lay my life in the palm of your hand
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| I’m constantly drawn to you O Lord
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| In ways I cannot comprehend
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| It’s the creator calling the created
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| The maker beckoning the made
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| The bride finding what she’s always waited for
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| When we find ourselves that day
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| In you where the hungry feast at the table
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| The blind frozen by colors in view
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| The lame will dance, they’ll dance for they are able
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| And the weary find rest
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| O the weary find rest in you
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| It’s no secret that we don’t belong here
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| though set apart by the grace of you
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| We look for the day when we go to a place
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| Where the old become brand new
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| In you where the hungry feast at the table
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| The blind frozen by colors in view
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| The lame will dance, they’ll dance for they are able
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| And the weary find rest
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| O the weary find rest in you…
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| where the hungry feast at the table
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| The blind frozen by colors in view
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| The lame will dance, they’ll dance for they are able
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| And the weary find rest
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| O we will find rest in you
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| na na na na naa naa na na na na we will find hope
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| (na na na na)
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| o we will find rest
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| (na na na na)
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| you are our refuge
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| (na na na na)
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| you are our sanctuary
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| (na na na na)
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| we come you lord |