| From silent rooms and heavy hearts
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| From city streets where all is dark
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| Each lifted cry our sin and want
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| You hear, oh, You hear
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| From burdens weighty with regret
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| And sorrows we can not forget
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| You turn our tears to holiness
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| When You hear, oh, You hear
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| And the truth remains
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| That the Love who saves
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| Is the one who hears, oh, You hear
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| And the power will be
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| Not in those who speak, but in Him who hears
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| Oh, You hear
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| You hear
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| We lower in the weak and lame
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| The blind are given sight again
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| And so we’re bound no more by shame
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| Because You hear
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| Oh, You hear
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| And the truth remains
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| That the Love who saves
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| Is the one who hears, oh, You hear
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| And the power will be
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| Not in those who speak, but in Him who hears
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| Oh, You hear
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| You hear
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| La la la la la
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| La la la la la
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| And from the weight of mercy’s cross
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| You whispered words that saved us all
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| So love could be the only song
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| You hear, oh, You hear
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| And the truth remains
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| That the Love who saves
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| Is the one who hears, oh, You hear
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| And the power will be
|
| Not in those who speak, but in Him who hears
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| Oh, You hear
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| You hear
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| You hear, oh, You hear |