| The fading sun and rising moon
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| Are fighting for the afternoon
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| The day gives in, gives up its light
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| The stars wake up to keep the night
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| And as You glory fill the sky I wonder
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| How could You consider me
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| So much more than all I see
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| 'Cause I am not, have never been beautiful like this, like this
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| My weary words and broken lies
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| Are set beneath Your summer skies
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| What’s worn and wrong, what’s good and right
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| I laid before my eyes tonight
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| And as You glory fill the sky I wonder
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| How could You consider me
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| So much more than all I see
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| 'Cause I am not, have never been beautiful like this, like this
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| But you make all things new
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| Jesus, You make all things new
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| I’m beautiful in You, oh, oh, oh, no, no, no
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| That’s how You could consider me
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| So much more than all I see
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| Redemption mends a brokenness
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| It heals our wounds, removes our sins
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| Your purest love was humbly spent
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| To bind my heart and draw me in
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| Where I become whole again
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| I’m beautiful like this, oh like this
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| What can wash away my sin
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| Nothing but Your blood, oh Jesus
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| Thank you, thank you Jesus |