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Dressed in garments Of a peasant The King comes To win His love His majesty overwhelming So He wraps himself in humility All glory To the Son Who makes our Spirits one And on the day He'll Raise to life Our bodies to ascend Into His light The warmth of Your presence It's like the air I breathe I'm living in it But yet it's living in me All glory To the Son Who makes our Spirits one And on the day He'll Raise to life Our bodies to ascend Into His light |