| Christ the King of every age
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| Enthroned in light ‘ere worlds were made
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| Come in mortal flesh divine
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| Into our dark came heaven’s light
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| Hanging on the cross of shame
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| I see the wounds my hands have made
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| «Forgive them Father,» now He cries
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| And with a breath my Savior dies
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| Oh, to see You, Jesus, I can hardly wait
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| To behold Your wounds of grace
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| To express my love and thank You face to face
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| My heart is Yours, for You I long
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| Oh, oh
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| Look into His empty grave
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| The bonds of death could not constrain
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| Sin and fear and death are dead
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| For Christ arose and crushed their head
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| Oh, to see You, Jesus, I can hardly wait
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| To behold Your wounds of grace
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| To express my love and thank You face to face
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| My heart is Yours, for You I long
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| Oh, oh
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| Coming soon to claim His Bride
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| All the redeemed He’ll purify
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| We’ll need no sun or moon to shine
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| For Christ the Lamb will be our light
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| Oh, to see You, Jesus, I can hardly wait
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| To behold Your wounds of grace
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| To express my love and thank You face to face
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| My heart is Yours, for You I long
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| My heart is Yours, for You I long
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| Oh, oh |