| While walking out one evening
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| Not knowing where to go
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| Just to pass the time away
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| Before we held our show
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| I heard the Bethel Nation stand
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| Singing with all their might
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| I give my heart to Jesus
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| And left the show that night
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| The day will soon be over and digging will be done
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| And no more gems be gathered, so let us all press on
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| When Jesus comes to claim us and says it is enough
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| The diamonds will be shining, no longer in the rough
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| One day, my precious comrade
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| You, too, were lost in sin
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| And others sought your rescue
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| And Jesus took you in
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| And when you’re tired and tempted
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| And scoffers can rebuff
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| Don’t turn away in anger
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| This diamond in the rough
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| While reading through the Bible
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| Some wondrous sights I see
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| I read of Peter, James, and John
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| On the Sea of Galilee
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| And Jesus when he found them
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| He bound them very tough
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| And they were precious diamonds
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| He gathered in the rough |