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Let's go down to the river in the morning |
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Let's rise up before the sun |
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Listen to the whispering waters, |
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Sing an anthem to the Lord above |
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Let's go walk to the top of the mountain |
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Watch the sun creep up so slow |
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Golden light flooding the canyon |
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Magnifying God's own glow |
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How pure their praise appears |
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So lovely in your ears |
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Oh that I could too be an instrument for you, playing |
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Let's go find a weeping willow |
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See it cry it's tears for Christ |
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Lay our heads on the grassy pillow |
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All creation sings his might |
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How pure their praise appears |
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So lovely in your ears |
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Oh that I could too be an instrument for you, playing |
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How pure their praise appears |
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So lovely in your ears |
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All that I could do, |
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How pure their praise appears |
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So lovely in your ears |
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Oh that I could too be an instrument for you |
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Sing a song that's new, let my words be few, playing. |
