When you're dull from all that glitters,
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when you're thoughts have a hollow ring,
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and you can't escape from the feeling
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you're getting it wrong...
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All your foolproof plans seem foolish,
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all your status is status quo,
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all your really need to know
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is where you belong.
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[Chorus]
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Turn your eyes upon Jesus.
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Look full in His wonderful face.
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And the things of earth will grow
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strangely dim in the light
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of His glory and grace.
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I was used to the cold for so long
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that I couldn't feel anything.
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And I shivered and stared like a beggar
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who won't lift his hands.
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I was numb until He touched me.
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I was deaf until He heard.
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I was senseless 'til I met the One
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who understands.
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[Chorus]
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Turn your eyes
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Turn your eyes
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Turn your eyes...
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And the things of earth will grow
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strangely dim in the light
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of His glory and grace.
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Where You Belong / Turn Your Eyes Upon Jesus
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