We stand on the brink of the end.
A familiar song coming from the horizon,
the clouds part like the sea.
This is the spark of eternity.
I was born a slave.
I've thirsted for You my whole life.
You've changed not Thy ways.
Changed not Thy cross.
You've kept it firmly upon my shoulders that
You might hear me and I will hold this to the grave.
Remove not Thy song that
I might grow cold and turn from Thee.
But hold me close, Oh Lord.
A hundred thousand lifetimes have come and gone, and a
hundred thousand lives would be given to stand where I stand.
The clouds of Heaven open and I hear one familiar song.
Hold me close, oh Lord.
Leave me not this last hour.
All creation sings
How great is our God
A familiar song coming from the horizon,
the clouds part like the sea.
This is the spark of eternity.
I was born a slave.
I've thirsted for You my whole life.
You've changed not Thy ways.
Changed not Thy cross.
You've kept it firmly upon my shoulders that
You might hear me and I will hold this to the grave.
Remove not Thy song that
I might grow cold and turn from Thee.
But hold me close, Oh Lord.
A hundred thousand lifetimes have come and gone, and a
hundred thousand lives would be given to stand where I stand.
The clouds of Heaven open and I hear one familiar song.
Hold me close, oh Lord.
Leave me not this last hour.
All creation sings
How great is our God
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