An your hand, it comforts me
From the ends of the Earth to the depth of my heart
Let your mercy and strength be seen
You call me to your purpose
As angel understand
For your glory, may You draw all men
As your love and grace demand
And l will run to you
To your words of truth
Not by might, not by power
But by the spirit of God
Yes l will run the race
'Till l see Your face
Oh let me live in the glory of Your grace.
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