| What a friend we have, we have in Jesus
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| All our sins and griefs to bear
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| Oh, what a privilege it is to carry, carry
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| Everything to God in prayer
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| You are my friend, my friend, I never knew till then
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| A friend, my friend, my friend, hold my hand, my hand
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| Might I say a word but I see your tears when I show my pain
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| The load you helped me to carry on, yes it does
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| Sometimes I feel I’m weak, feel like all my hope is gone
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| My future looks bright to me, yes it does
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| You are my friend
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| I never knew, I didn’t realize until then
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| You are my friend
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| I tried to find you every where I looked
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| But one day, I heard the Word of God
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| And I saw my friend
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| I go on
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| I go 'round, I go 'round, whoa
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| I’ve been looking around
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| And You were here all the time
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| I go 'round, I go round
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| I go on, whoa
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| I’ve been looking
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| And You were here all the time
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| I go on
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| I go 'round, go on, whoa
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| I’ve been looking around
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| And you were here all the time
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| What a friend we have in Lord
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| All my sins and grief’s to bear
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| What a privileged to carry
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| Everything to God in prayer
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| Been around, been looking around
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| Been looking around
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| I’ve been looking around
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| And you were here all the time |