| I find no hope within to call my own
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| For I am frail of heart, my strength is gone
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| But deep within my soul is rising up a song
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| Here in the comfort of the faithful one
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| I walk a narrow road through valleys deep
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| In search of higher ground, on mountains steep
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| And though with feet unsure, I still keep pressing on
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| For I am guided by the faithful one
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| Faithful, faithful to the end
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| My true and precious friend
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| You have been faithful
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| Faithful, so faithful to me
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| I see your wounded hands, I touch your side
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| With thorns upon your brow you bled and died
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| But there’s an empty tomb, a love for all who come
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| And give their hearts to you, the faithful one
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| Faithful, faithful to the end
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| My true and precious friend
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| You have been faithful
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| Faithful, so faithful to me
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| And when the day is dawned and when the race is run
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| I will bow down before God’s only Son
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| And I will lift my hands in praise for all you’ve done
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| And I will worship you, my faithful one |