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There is a river whose streams make glad the city of our God (repeat)
So I will rejoice
I will rejoice
And be glad
There is a fountain full of grace and it flows from Emanual's veins
It came and it healed me
It came and refreshed me
It came and washed my sins away!
So I will rejoice
I will rejoice
And be glad