V1
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I sing for joy and my remorse.

  A5              C5         D5
A well within prosperity's curse.

     E5                 E5         
That drowns the mighty oak of pride

    A5                C5
but feeds the root of God

B5
inside.

Chorus
 
   A5    B5        E5 E5 E5   
In You I find my rest.

   A5    B5          E5 E5 E5
In You I find my death.

   A5    B5     C#5 B5       A5
In You I find my all    & my emptiness.

           B5
Somehow it all makes sense. 

V2

In You I?m rich
When I?ve been made poor
Comfort found when I mourn
The prideful one You see from afar
Drawing near to low, broken hearts.

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