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To the One |
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Who hung the stars up in the sky |
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Then painted all the colors in our eyes |
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Whose Spirit gives us life |
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To the One |
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Who counts each grain of desert sand |
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Holds the constellations in His hand |
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Fully God and fully man |
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We give our thanks, we give our praise |
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We would not breathe but for Your grace |
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We give our hearts, we give our souls |
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To the One who takes our brokenness |
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And makes us whole |
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To the One |
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To the One |
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Who made the moon to pull the tide |
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Calls us His beloved and His bride |
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We lift our praises high |
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To the One |
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Who became broken bread |
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And poured out wine |
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Who was and is and will be for all time |
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Oh, come be glorified |
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We bow our heads in reverence |
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For all that You have done |
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And we sing our praise, night and day |
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To the One |
