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I was an orphan lost at the fall,
running away when I’d hear you call
but Father, you worked your will.
I had no righteousness of my own.
I had no right to draw near your throne
but Father, you loved me still.
And in love before you laid the world’s foundation,
you predestined to adopt me as your own.
You have raised me up so high above my station.