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You have selected: DIDN'T OUR HEARTS BURN WITHIN US? (words by Walter Farquharson) from the Ron Klusmeier Anthology. Subscribers may download arrangements using the links in the right hand column. Log in at left (first link beneath "The Catalogue") to activate the columns on the right.

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Lyrics:

Didn’t our hearts burn within us?
Didn’t new hope start to grow?
Wasn’t there something about him?
Strange that we didn’t know.

Not only on this day’s sad journey,
not only when grief dulled our eyes;
but each time that we saw something different and new
and our souls caught on fire with surprise:

REFRAIN:

Didn’t our hearts burn within us?
Didn’t new hope start to grow?
Wasn’t there something about him?
Strange that we didn’t know.

When the sickwere freed from their burdens,
when the troubled had courage to walk,
when the blind had their sight,the weak had new strength,
and the voiceless were able to talk

(Refrain)

When the storm on the water was raging,
and he calmed both the wind and our fear,
when the anguished found peace, the tormented found rest,
and the sinners found God’s presence near:

(Refrain)

And when lies and betrayals were suffered,
and justice was mocked in the land.
When they crowned him with thorns and they stripped him of pride,
and drove the crude nails through his hands:

(Refrain)