Rejoice over me Wretched, poor and blind When You see my need and You hear my cry See Your Son as He died Nothing of beauty, only despised But my Father sees with an inward eye And He sees this sheep needs a Shepherd-Guide Rejoice over me
Call to Your feast Wretched, poor and blind Help me see the need, help me hear the cries Like Your Son as He died Gold has no beauty 'til it's refined Help me see with an inward eye All the sheep who cry for a shepherd-guide Rejoice over me
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You know my deeds You hear my mind What I have is Yours, what You have is mine I am rich, You are kind Gold has no beauty 'til it's refined I will wait for the purest kind Then I'll see Your sheep through a shepherd's eyes Rejoice over me Rejoice over me
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