If my heart has grown cold, There Your love will unfold;

As You open my eyes to the work of Your hand. When I'm blind to my way,

There Your Spirit will pray; As You open my eyes to the work of Your hand,

As You open my eyes to the work of Your hand.

Oceans will part; nations come At the whisper of Your call. Hope will rise; glory shown.…

Present suffering may pass, Lord, Your mercy will last;

As You open my eyes to the work of Your hand. And my heart will find praise,

I'll delight in Your way, As You open my eyes to the work of Your hand,

As You open my eyes to the work of Your hand. Other:

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