There's a stirring deep within me;
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Could it be my time has come?
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When I'll see my gracious Savior
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Face to face when all is done.
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Is that his voice I am hearing?
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"Come away my precious one."
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Is he calling me?
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Is he calling me?
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I will rise up, rise up
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And bow down, and lay my crown
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At his wounded feet!
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There's a stirring deep within me;
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Could it be my time has come?
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When I'll see my gracious Savior
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Face to face when all is done.
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Is that his voice I am hearing?
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"Come away my precious one."
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Is he calling me?
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Is he calling me?
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I will rise up, rise up
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And bow down, and lay my crown
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At his wounded feet!
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Is that his voice I am hearing?
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"Come away my precious one."
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I will rise up, rise up
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And bow down, and lay my crown
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At his wounded feet!
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I will rise up, rise up
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And bow down, and lay my crown
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At his wounded feet!
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I will rise up, rise up
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And bow down, and lay my crown
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At his wounded feet!
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Stirring
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| MercyMe |
