Praise awaits You up on Mt. Zion
To You who hears prayers, all men will come
Overwhelmed by sins that You forgave
Buried transgression in a grave
Blessed are the ones You choose to bring near You
And live in Your courts and in your temple be
Morning dawns and evening fades, You call forth songs of joy
Ends of earth and to the farthest sea
No one can compare with You
Our Lord
Every lost dream You restore
We can't get enough of you
We're full of answered prayer
Taking refuge in Your shadows wings
Dressed in holy majesty from the womb of dawn
Finer than the finest of our kings

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