| I will glory in my Redeemer
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| Whose priceless blood has ransomed me
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| Mine was the sin that drove the bitter nails
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| And hung Him on that judgment tree
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| I will glory in my Redeemer
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| Who crushed the power of sin and death
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| My only Savior before the holy Judge
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| The Lamb who is my righteousness
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| The Lamb who is my righteousness
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| My righteousness
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| I will glory in my Redeemer
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| My life He bought, my love He owns
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| I have no longings for another
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| I’m satisfied in Him alone
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| Yes, I will glory in my Redeemer
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| His faithfulness my standing place
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| Though foes are mighty and rush upon me
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| My feet are firm, held by His grace
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| My feet are firm, held by His grace
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| Held by His grace
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| I will glory in my Redeemer
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| Who carries me on eagles' wings
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| He crowns my life with loving-kindness
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| His triumph song I’ll ever sing
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| I’ll ever sing (we sing, we sing)
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| And I will glory in my Redeemer
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| Who waits for me at gates of gold
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| And when He calls me, it will be paradise
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| His face forever to behold
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| And I will glory in my Redeemer
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| Who waits for me at gates of gold
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| And when He calls me, it will be paradise
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| His face forever to behold
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| His face forever to behold
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| His face forever to behold
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| Oh, I will behold, I will behold |