| Oh, Cleanser of the mess I’ve made
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| Upon the hill our places trade
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| Stretched on a cross Your body crushed
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| By human hands You formed from dust
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| Oh, how wonderful Your mercy is
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| How awesome are Your ways
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| I come, I come
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| To worship You for all You’ve done
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| Oh, Cleanser of the mess I’ve made
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| Your boundless love for me portrayed
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| With patience for my learning curve
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| By holding back what I deserve
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| Oh, how wonderful Your mercy is
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| How awesome are Your ways
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| I come, I come
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| To worship You for all You’ve done
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| Oh, Cleanser of the mess I’ve made
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| With everything at Your feet laid
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| I watch as all my cares erode
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| And from my soul these words explode
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| Oh, how wonderful Your mercy is
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| How awesome are Your ways
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| I come, I come
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| To worship You for all You’ve done
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| Oh, how wonderful Your mercy is
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| How awesome are Your ways
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| I come, I come
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| To worship You for all You’ve done
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| Oh, I worship You for all You’ve done
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| Oh, I worship You, oh, I worship You
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| (Holy, holy, holy)
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| Holy, You’re my Healer, my Cleanser
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| My Father, oh, my Savior
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| (Holy, holy, holy)
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| , You’re wonderful
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| Hey, You’re wonderful
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| (Holy, holy, holy) |