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Who makes the sun rise up at dawn |
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And run through the afternoon |
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Who keeps the light of a distant star |
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Reflecting off the moon |
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Who waters Earth with summer rain |
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And brings the winter wind |
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Who makes the flowers fall away |
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And spring to life again |
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It's the Lord our God Almighty |
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And it's all at His command |
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He's got the whole world in His hands |
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Who hears our cries of hunger |
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And gives us daily bread |
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Who looks inside our longing hearts |
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And fills the emptiness |
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Who's a comfort to the broken |
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And who makes them whole again |
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Who has the power to reconcile |
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The soul of every man |
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It's the Lord our God Almighty |
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And it's all at His command |
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He's got the whole world in His hands |
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He's got the whole world in His hands |
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The whole world in His hands |
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He's got the whole world in His hands |
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When it seems that sun is setting on |
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All the dreams you had |
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And the prayers that you offer up |
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They get no answer back |
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When the weight of this whole broken world's |
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Too much for you to stand |
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And you're dying for the kind of peace |
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That you can't comprehend |
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You sang it as a little child and you still can |
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He's got the whole world in His hands |
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He's got the whole world in His hands |
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He's got the whole world in His hands |
