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From silent rooms and heavy hearts |
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From city streets where all is dark |
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Each lifted cry our sin and want |
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You hear, oh You hear |
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From burdens weighty with regret |
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And sorrows we can not forget |
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You turn our tears to holiness |
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When You hear, oh You hear |
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And the truth remains that the love who saves |
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Is the one who hears, oh, You hear |
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And the power will be not in those who speak |
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But in Him who hears, oh, You hear |
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We lower in the weak and lame |
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The blind are given sight again |
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And so we're bound no more by shame |
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Because You hear |
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And the truth remains that the love who saves |
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Is the one who hears, oh, You hear |
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And the power will be not in those who speak |
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But in Him who hears, oh, You hear |
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You hear |
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La la, la la, la |
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La la, la la, la |
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And from the weight of mercy's cross |
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You whispered words that saved us all |
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So love could be the only song |
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You hear, oh You hear |
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And the truth remains that the love who saves |
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Is the one who hears, oh, You hear |
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And the power will be not in those who speak |
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But in Him who hears, oh, You hear |
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You hear |
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You hear, oh You hear |
