All I try
I came to know where my strength lies With Jesus is where all my sins died It's not exaggerating when I praise then come to cry, It's because that's all I can to give my praise Without your mercy hand I'd have drowned Without your lovely heart I'd have perished Hear your son's praises as long as he cries Everyday of my life getting close to you is all I try.
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