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Oh Dear Lord, how could it be!?
With outstretched hand, you reach for me
Who am I, that you should bend
Your precious hip, your hand extend

For I know not how to stray from sin
Although I try, I rarely win
My flesh rebels, to drown in shame
Yet you pardon, time and again

Oh Dear Lord, how could it be!?
With outstretched hand, you reach for me
Who am I, that you should bend
Your precious hip, your hand extend

I bow in awe of your grace
The glory of your holy face
Doth shine on me, I cannot look
And still you reach, through holy book

Oh Dear Lord, how could it be!?
With outstretched hand, you reach for me
Who am I, that you should bend
Your precious hip, your hand extend

Your Word, He heals and fills me up
Your Spirit counsels, builds me up
Your Son forgives, and frees me up
Till I'm secure, and worries stop

Oh Dear Lord, how could it be!?
With outstretched hand, you reach for me
Who am I, that you should bend
Your precious hip, your hand extend

You are the potter, I am the clay
You are the truth, You are the way
You are my hope in times of strife

Oh Dear, stay near
My Lord, my life
How could it be? He'd save a wretched man like me...
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Thank you! :D
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