| At the dawn of human race
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| We hid away and lost sight of Your face
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| So much silence, we could not behave
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| Until the day that ransom came
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| Oh, the day that ransom came
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| You were the prophet with healing in Your wings
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| Returning hearts of the children to the Father
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| Returning life and sight to the sons and daughters
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| We dreamed of peace
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| While our hands were making weapons
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| We dreamed of freedom
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| While we locked ourselves in prison
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| Our eyes were looking
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| And our hearts were waiting
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| For the One with the keys
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| To our changing
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| Oh, the day that ransom came
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| You were the prophet with healing in Your wings
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| Returning hearts of the children to the Father
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| Returning life and sight to the sons and daughters
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| Oh, the day that ransom came
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| You were the prophet with healing in Your wings
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| Returning hearts of the children to the Father
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| Returning life and sight to the sons and daughters
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| Come and shake our hearts awake
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| Come and shake our hearts awake
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| Come and shake our hearts awake
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| Come and shake our hearts awake
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| Come and shake our hearts awake
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| Come and shake our hearts awake
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| Oh, the day that ransom came
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| You were the prophet with healing in Your wings
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| Returning hearts of the children to the Father
|
| Returning life and sight to the sons and daughters
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| Oh, the day that ransom came
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| You were the prophet with healing in Your wings
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| Returning hearts of the children to the Father
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| Returning life and sight to the sons and daughters |