| First verse |
Second verse |
| I put my hope in you | It's no secret, we don't belong here |
| I lay my life in the palm of your hand | Though set apart, by grace of you |
| I'm constantly drawn to you O Lord | We look for the day when we go to a place |
| In ways I cannot, comprehend | Where the old becomes, brand new |
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| It's the creator, calling the created | |
| The maker, beckoning the made | (Repeat Chorus twice) |
| The bride finding, what she's always waited for | |
| When we find ourselves, that day | We will find rest, O we will find rest |
|   | You are our refuge, you are our sanctuary |
| ( Chorus ) | We will bow before you Lord |
| In you, where the hungry feast at the table |
| The blind frozen, by colors in view |
| The lame will dance, they'll dance for they are able |
| And the weary find rest |
| O the weary find rest, in you |