| From a Mother’s first soft lullaby
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| We sing and we weep but we know not why
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| That as son’s of the earth from our first cry
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| We weep to show we are alive
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| He’ll wipe away your tears
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| And a hand within my hand
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| The Lord who knows of tears so well
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| Must surely understand
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| He’ll wipe away your tears
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| And still your restless sighs
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| And lovingly He’ll listen 'til
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| You stop your wordless cries
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| And so when he returns again
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| To wake us from the sleep of sin
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| The Lord who now regards your cry
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| Will gently see each tear is dried
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| He’ll wipe away your tears
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| And a hand within my hand
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| The Lord who knows of tears so well
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| Must surely understand
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| He’ll wipe away your tears
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| And still your restless sighs
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| And lovingly he’ll listen 'til
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| You stop your wordless cries
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| He’ll wipe away your tears
|
| And a hand within my hand
|
| The Lord who knows of tears so well
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| Must surely understand
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| He’ll wipe away your tears
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| And still you restless sighs
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| And lovingly he’ll listen 'til
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| You stop your wordless cries |