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Lyrics:
At the rising of the shining son,
we behold our High Priest’s parting
He seats us at the Father’s side.
Now he builds a temple for the weak
and how he fortifies us
clothes us in his righteousness
Abram’s Ram, You battered the heavens,
plead for me, I’ll sing to thee
Precious lamb, your blood marks the pathway home.
Brightest torch, you shine where eyes can’t see,
and how you’re leading me
Your Holy Spirit sings like a bird,
calling us to the wedding feast.
You’re seated now in splendor,
lifting us from miry ground
You make our future sound
Broken souls are crying out
for comfort from their fears
The Father’s arms are near
Abram’s Ram, You battered the heavens,
plead for me, I’ll sing to thee
Precious lamb, your blood marks the pathway home.
Brightest torch, you shine where eyes can’t see,
and how you’re leading me
Your Holy Spirit sings like a bird,
calling us to the wedding feast.
When trouble falls, we won’t look to the left or right
Dark clouds turn bright where’er he trods
We’re wide awake, our eyes are fixed on emerald skies
The bridegroom is coming for his bride
Abram’s Ram, You battered the heavens,
plead for me, I’ll sing to thee
Precious lamb, your blood marks the pathway home.
Brightest torch, you shine where eyes can’t see,
and how you’re leading me
Your Holy Spirit sings like a bird,
calling us to the wedding feast.
Hallelujah, Jesus, be lifted high
Be exalted in the whole of my life.
Abram’s Ram, You battered the heavens,
plead for me, I’ll sing to thee
Precious lamb, your blood marks the pathway home.
Brightest torch, you shine where eyes can’t see,
and how you’re leading me
Your Holy Spirit sings like a bird,
calling us to the wedding feast.
lyrics and music by Chelsea Hamshaw
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