by The Gaithers
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| God sent His son, they called Him, J | esus; |
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| He came t | o love, heal and forg | ive | ; |
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| He lived and | di | ed to buy my p | ardon, |
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| An empty g | rave is t | here to p | rove my S | avior l | ives! |
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| And then one day, I'll cross the r | iver, |
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| I'll fight life's fi | nal war with p | ain; |
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| And then, as d | eath | gives way to v | ict'ry, |
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| I'll see the l | ights of g | lory | and I'll k | now He r | eigns |
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| And life is w | orth the l | iving, j | ust be | cause He l | ives! |