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| Our God, He Is Alive |
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| There is, beyond the azure blue |
| A God concealed from human sight |
| He tinted skies with heavenly hue |
| And framed the worlds with His great might |
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| There is a God, He is alive, |
| In Him we live, and we survive, |
| From dust our God, created man, |
| He is our God, the great I Am, |
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| There was, a long, long time ago |
| A God whose voice the prophets heard. |
| He is the God that we should know |
| Who speaks from His inspired word. |
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| Secure is life from mortal mind, |
| God holds the germ within His hand, |
| Though men may search they cannot find, |
| For God alone does understand. |
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| Our God, whose Son upon a tree, |
| A life was willing there to give, |
| That He from sin might set men free, |
| And ever more with Him could live. |
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