You made the dry bones dance, You make the rocks cry out
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You make the mountains bow down
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You place upon my lips the words of a heavenly song
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Set to the beat of a different drum
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And I hear You whisper softly in my ear
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Until the melody is all that I can hear
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You put a new song in my mouth
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A hymn of praise to You, my God
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I will worship you and tell of the things You do
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You put a new song in my mouth
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You put a new song
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You put a new song in my mouth
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A hymn of praise to You, my God
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I will worship you and tell of the things You do
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You put a new song in my mouth
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You made the dry bones dance, You make the rocks cry out
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You make the mountains bow down
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You make the mountains bow down
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New Song
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| Paul Baloche |
