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I walk in silence when it comes |
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This feeling when the spirit leads me on |
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If the dogs are barking and the night is rough |
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I take it as a sign to climb above. |
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The city to the hill among the clouds |
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Where I can see my |
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Saviour now |
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He's waiting with |
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His palm to me outstretched |
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His mercy is a balm when |
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I'm perplexed. |
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I find Jesus in the darkest night |
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I find Jesus in the morning light |
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I find Jesus in the face of those |
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Whose hearts are singing with the |
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Heavenly Host. |
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Sometimes when |
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I feel all alone |
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I look around and all are gone |
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The friends that |
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I rely upon |
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Are busy doing what they want. |
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I look within and |
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I am told |
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It's Sunday morning in my soul |
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And there |
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I find a holy hall |
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Where congregations heed the call. |
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I find Jesus in the darkest night |
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I find Jesus in the morning bright |
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I find Jesus in the face of those |
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Whose hearts are singing with the |
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Heavenly Host. |
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And when I lay down my last time |
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And feel a chill run up my spine |
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And recognize my time has come |
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I'll look around, |
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He'll lead me home. |
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He'll reach |
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His loving hand to me |
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And bid me climb to victory |
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Where we'll find kindred spirits there |
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Hearts raised in song without a care. |
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I find Jesus in the darkest night |
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I find Jesus in the morning bright |
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I find Jesus in the face of those |
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Whose hearts are singing with the |
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Heavenly Host. |
