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A song rings out as the call is placed
While strength and glory are attending in grace
An offering brought for final prepares
The gift of a lifetime that thousands will share
And idols shall fall as his name will rise
And pagans be shed of their clever disguise
Where splendor and majesty herald aside
And give to the Lord their devotion ascribed
CHORUS
(Woah)
I raised my hands
(Woah)
You called my name
(Woah)
And you cut away the edges and refined me
'Til my heart was changed
It's not a secret to me
Woahbut appears to be
The kind of life that I used to lead
Is no more a life than into dirt I can breathe
So I'll sing a new song without any words
Where broader horizons meet with the sh*res
And marvelous deeds are reason to sing
To the honor and power of our heavenly king
CHORUS
Let us sing for joy
Let us sing for He is Lord