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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