| We have sung our songs of victory
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| We have prayed to you for rain
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| We have cried your compassion
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| To renew the land again
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| Now we’re standing in your presence
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| More hungry than before
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| Now we’re on your steps of mercy and we’re knocking at your door
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| How long
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| Before you drench the barren land
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| How long
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| Before we see a righteous man
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| How long
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| Before your name is lifted high
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| How long
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| Before the weeping turns to songs of joy
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| Lord, we know your heart is broken
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| By the evil that you see
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| And you’ve stayed your hand of judgment
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| For your plan to set men free
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| But the land is still in darkness
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| And we’ve fled from what is right
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| And we’ve failed the silent children
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| Who will never see the light
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| But I know a day is coming
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| When the deaf will hear his voice
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| When the blind will see the savior
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| And the lame will leap for joy
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| When a widow finds a husband
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| Who will always love his bride
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| And the orphan finds a father
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| Who will never leave her side
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| How long
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| Before your glory lights the skies
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| How long
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| Before your radiance lifts our eyes
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| How long
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| Before your fragrance fills the air
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| How long
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| Before the earth resounds with songs of joy |