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6. | The Fountain |
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8. | I Surrender All |
9. | We Give Thanks |
10. | Fellowship |
11. | Let Me Be |
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Hold my heart, O God, and keep me ever in Your will
For there is joy within Your presence here and now
But better still
Is the day that is to come
When Your full glory is revealed
I have long endured the trials of the age
But I will say
You are great and mighty God
Robed in majesty
You set us apart; You set us free
When You captured our hearts
You are great and mighty
So in You I will rejoice and make my life an offering
I'm enraptured by the mercies of my King
And I will sing
I will sing Your praise; I will sing Your praise
O name above all names
And I will count the days until I see Your face
I will evermore proclaim
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I am thine Oh Lord
I have heard your voice
And it told Your love to me
But I long to rise in the arms of faith
And be closer drawn to Thee
Draw me nearer,
To the cross where thou hast died
Draw me nearer
To your precious bleeding side
There are great depths of love that I cannot know
'Till I cross that narrow sea
There are heights of joy that I cannot reach
'Till I rest in peace with thee
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You draw me with Your mercy
You draw with Your love
You draw me with forgiveness by Your blood
You draw me with compassion
You draw me as a bride
You draw me closer to your precious side
Consecrate me now to Your service Lord
By the power of grace divine
Let me soul look up with a steadfast hope
And my will be lost in Thine
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Father, long before creation
Thou hadst chosen us in love
And that love so deep, so moving
Draws us close to Christ above
Still it keeps us, still it keeps us
Firmly fixed in Christ alone
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And the world will sing His love
Yes, the world will sing His love
And we'll all join hands
Every woman, every man
And sing His love
We'll sing His love
Though the world may change its fashion
Yet our God is ever the same
His compassion and His covenant
Through all ages will remain
God's own children, God's own children
Must forever praise His name
God so love us, God so loved us
That His only Son He game
God's compassion is my story
It is my boasting all the day
Mercy free and never failing
Moves my will, directs my way
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My soul is weary, and my cup is dry,
I am so in need of you,
though my rightesousness is rags,
your mercies are new
so Lord, come down to me,
so my heart can see,
how encompassing your grace can be
Holy Spirit, rest upon us,
Breath of God, touch my soul,
Come unfailing love of Jesus,
rest upon us, rest upon us,
my mind is heavy and my days are long,
I lift my eyes up in the night,
my heart it weighs me down,
but your burden is light,
so Lord, come walk with me
until my heart believes
all the bounties that your grace can bring
Holy Spirit, rest upon us,
Breath of God, touch my soul,
Come unfailing love of Jesus,
rest upon us, rest upon us,
I will wait for you
I will wait for you
you rest upon us
come rest upon us
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In some sweet ways it's simple,
sometimes that's all I can need:
to trust someone else so I can get some sleep.
all our heroes have deserted,
said we were nothing on our own,
now that's all I am,
O, can you tell me the story
of all of your Glory?
of your rising again?
cause I, I'm in love with the mystery
of how our sad history
can turn out for good.
and the bitter man is angry,
angry man just thinks he's right,
too right to see mercy when he's standing in its light,
we can shed tears over dying,
we can rage and we can fight,
but we can not forget that
we were loved before we opened up our eyes,
such foolish pride.
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it's a shame to build our homes
with bricks of fear and cynical stones,
there is nothing left to run from,
there is nothing left but love
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can you tell me the story?
I need to hear it again
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Out from the deep I call
To Thee O Lord to Thee
Before thy throne I fall
Be merciful to me
Be merciful to me
Be merciful to me
Through shadow dark and valley deep
Be merciful to me
From the garden to the cross
Thy mercy did endure
My soul purged from all dross
In blood made pure
Thy mercy Lord is true
As ever truth will be
But still I cry for you
Be merciful to me
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