| He is fierce and He is tender
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| He’s our judge and our defender
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| And He calls us to surrender
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| For He loves us to the core
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| He is frightening and resplendent
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| He is present and transcendent
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| He’s enmeshed and independent
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| And He cannot love us more
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| So He calls our names
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| And we fear Him for His goodness
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| For we know He won’t be tamed
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| So He calls our names
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| And we wonder if we answer
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| Will we ever be the same
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| He’s a comfort and a terror
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| A destroyer and repairer
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| He’s more terrible and fairer
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| Than our mortal tongues can say
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| He is hidden and revealing
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| He’s appalling and appealing
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| He’s our wounding and our healing
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| And He will not turn away
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| Holy Lamb of God
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| And He cannot love us more
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| Holy Lamb of God
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| He is wild, He is wonder
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| He is whispering and He is thunder
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| He is over, He is under
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| And He suffered for our gain
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| He’s a comfort and a danger
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| He’s a father and a stranger
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| He’s enthroned and in a manger
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| And He says we’re worth His pain |