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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. |
