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David's on his throne at sundown |
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His paper and his pen are in his hand |
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He's waiting on a song at sundown |
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As he gazes out across his holy land |
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And he thinks of old Goliath and he smiles |
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He can barely keep from laughing |
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He says, "Great is the Lord and greatly to be praised" |
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He can hear the rivers clapping, well, they're still clapping |
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To the same old song and dance |
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Well, the cadence of the sea is just as steady |
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And the chorus of the hills is just as strong |
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And the faithfulness of God is just as mighty as it was |
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When the shepherd slew the giant with a stone |
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You can close your eyes and listen to the sea |
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You can feel the holy rhythm |
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It says 'Great is the Lord and greatly to be praised' |
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For the mercy He has given, well, He's still giving |
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It's the same old song and dance |
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I can hear creation singing His praise |
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That His love is everlasting |
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It's the same as it was a million years ago |
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I can still hear David laughing and the rivers are still clapping |
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To the same old song, it's the same old song and dance |