| By grace alone somehow I stand
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| Where even angels fear to tread
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| Invited by redeeming love
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| Before the throne of God above
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| He pulls me close with nail-scarred hands
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| Into His everlasting arms
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| When condemnation grips my heart
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| And Satan tempts me to despair
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| I hear the voice that scatters fear
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| The Great I Am the Lord is here
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| Oh praise the One who fights for me
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| And shields my soul eternally
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| Boldly I approach Your throne
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| Blameless now I’m running home
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| By Your blood I come
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| Welcomed as Your own
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| Into the arms of majesty
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| Behold the bright and risen Son
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| More beauty than this world has known
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| I’m face to face with Love Himself
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| His perfect spotless righteousness
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| A thousand years, a thousand tongues
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| Are not enough to sing His praise
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| Boldly I approach Your throne
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| Blameless now I’m running home
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| By Your blood I come
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| Welcomed as Your own
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| Into the arms of majesty
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| This is the art of celebration
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| Knowing we’re free from condemnation
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| Oh praise the One, praise the One
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| Who made an end to all my sin
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| Boldly I approach Your throne
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| Blameless now I’m running home
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| By Your blood I come
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| Welcomed as Your own
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| Into the arms of majesty |