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There is no one |
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There is no one like You |
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No one like You |
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Only good things |
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Could ever come from You |
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Even Your judgment |
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Righteous and true |
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And Your name is sweeter |
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Than the rain that falls upon |
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The face of dry and weary lands |
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And causes us to turn our face again |
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Your name be praised |
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And be lifted higher |
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And be lifted higher |
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And be lifted higher |
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And be lifted higher |
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There is no one |
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There is no one like You |
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No one like You |
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And every morning |
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There are mercies new |
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Your kindness |
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It brings us back to you |
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Your name is stronger than the pain |
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It's covering the shame |
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Of all these weary hands |
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And causing us to turn our face again |
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Your name be praised |
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And be lifted higher |
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And be lifted higher |
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And be lifted higher |
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And be lifted higher |
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And be lifted higher |
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And be lifted higher |
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And be lifted higher |
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And be lifted higher |
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Your name is sweeter |
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Than the rain that falls upon |
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The face of dry and weary lands |
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And causes us to turn our face again |
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Your name be praised |
