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Praise Awaits You

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Praise awaits you up on Mt. Zion 
To you who hears prayers all men will come 
Overwhelmed by sins then 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 refugre in your shadows wings 
Dressed in holy majesty from the womb of dawn 
Finer than the finest of our kings.