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In the twilight of the morn
In the centre of the flame
I'm slowly now transformed
By the glory of His name
Through Early Morning mist
Reveals His holy face
His image burns within
Each fibre He has placed

One day we will behold Him
Our eyes will look on hope
The veil will fall forever
Then our hearts will know

Through the darkened glass
We sometimes catch a glimpse
As graceful shadows dance
And proclaim His innocence
We see the brush of heaven
The canvas waits in awe
The revelations coming
It's fullness will be drawn

One day we will behold Him
Our eyes will look on hope
The veil will fall forever
Then our hearts will know