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The hand of god (cascade)
Mourning dawns on a special day
you made your presence fit myself
offer each the gifted joy of praise
God will guide his hand to help
Reborn and washed, with faith earmarked
with spring of step, not feet of clay
a spirit like the song of larks
morning dawns on a special day
If temptation, my moral fibre sway
a peace complete in which to delve
not wander from the straight and narrow way
you made your presence fit myself
If I should doubt when times are hard
feel the warmth of his beneficial gaze
the Good Books words be my reward
offer each the gifted joy of praise
So hold unique what seems mundane
his ear you have in prayer, when knelt
and sanctify and praise his name
God will guide his hand to help
you made your presence fit myself
offer each the gifted joy of praise
God will guide his hand to help
Reborn and washed, with faith earmarked
with spring of step, not feet of clay
a spirit like the song of larks
morning dawns on a special day
If temptation, my moral fibre sway
a peace complete in which to delve
not wander from the straight and narrow way
you made your presence fit myself
If I should doubt when times are hard
feel the warmth of his beneficial gaze
the Good Books words be my reward
offer each the gifted joy of praise
So hold unique what seems mundane
his ear you have in prayer, when knelt
and sanctify and praise his name
God will guide his hand to help
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