| «What is true joy or hope? |
| Where can it be found? |
| Is it a promise of golden
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| streets? |
| Is it in escaping the fires of hell? |
| No.
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| All things are worthless in view of the surpassing value of simply knowing God
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| and being known by Him. |
| Oh, that I may know Him!
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| To one day see the Savior who purchased my life by His very own blood,
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| to see the King who suffered to die for a sinner like me…»
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| On that day when I see my king
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| And death has lost its sting.
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| (Death has lost its sting.)
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| Until then I’m chasing after mysteries.
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| I’m chasing after mysteries.
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| (I'm chasing after You.)
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| Living, You loved me though I fought.
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| Dying, You saved me, My soul bought.
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| Buried, You carried my sins away.
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| You carried my sins far away.
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| Carried my sins.
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| Carried my sins far away.
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| As far as the east is stretched from the west.
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| Carried my sins far away.
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| From east to west.
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| Far away.
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| From east to west.
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| Far away.
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| Suffering, imagine I cannot.
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| Forgiving, all my sins You forgot.
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| Rising, you eased our dismay.
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| You eased me of all my dismay.
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| All my, all my, all my dismay.
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| On that day when I see my king
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| And death has lost its sting.
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| (Death has lost its sting.)
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| Until then I’m chasing after mysteries.
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| I’m chasing after mysteries.
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| (I'm chasing after You.)
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| Carried my sins.
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| Carried my sins far away.
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| As far as the east is stretched from the west.
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| Carried my sins far away.
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| From east to west.
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| Far away.
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| From east to west.
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| Far away.
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| I’m looking off into the distance
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| And though it may just be a shadow
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| I’m chasing after mysteries to find
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| The joy in knowing Christ.
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| «All things are worthless in view of the surpassing value of simply knowing God
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| and being known by Him.
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| Oh, that I may know Him! |
| To one day see the Savior who purchased my life by His
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| very own blood,
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| to see the King who suffered to die for a sinner like me…»
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| On that day when I see my King clothed in all of His power.
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| And His love.
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| I will join the choirs to sing of His mercies and grace
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| With all of His beloved.
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| All of His beloved.
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| All of His beloved.
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| All of His beloved. |