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How lovely on the mountains are the feet of him, |
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Who brings good news, good news; |
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Announcing peace, proclaiming news of happiness. |
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Our God Reigns! Our God Reigns! |
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Our God reigns! Our God reigns! |
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Our God reigns! Our God reigns! |
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Our God reigns! Our God reigns! |
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Our God reigns! Our God reigns! |
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He had no stately form, He had no majesty |
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That we should be drawn to Him. |
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He was despised and we took no account of Him. |
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Yet now He reigns, with the Most High. |
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It was our sin and guilt that bruised and wounded Him. |
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It was our sin that brought Him down. |
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When we like sheep had gone astray our Shepherd came, |
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And on His shoulders He bore our shame. |
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Meek as a lamb, that's led out to the slaughterhouse, |
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Dumb as a sheep, before it's shearer; |
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His life ran down upon the ground like pouring rain, |
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That we might be born-again! |
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Out from the tomb He came with grace and majesty; |
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He is alive, He is alive! |
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God loves us so, see here His hands, His feet, His |
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side; |
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And yes, we know, He is alive! |
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