Andrew Peterson – Well Done Good And Faithful (Guitar)

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Why has my God, my soul forsook, nor will a smile afford

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Thus David once in anguish spoke and thus our dying Lord

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Oh, it's your chief delight to dwell among your praising saints

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And yet your hear us groan as well and pity our complaints

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Our fathers trusted in your name and great deliverance found

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But he's a worm despised of men who trot him to the ground

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Men shake their heads and pass him by and laugh his soul to scorn

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"In vain he trusts in God," they cry, neglected and forlorn

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But you are he who formed his flesh by your own mighty word

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And since he hung upon the breast his hope was in the Lord

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Why would his father hide his face when foes stand threatening 'round

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In his dark hour of deep distress and not a helper found

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Why, oh why, my God?

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Why, oh why, my God?

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For the joy set before him he endured

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And is seated at the right hand of the throne

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Well done, good and faithful, well done

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well done, good and faithful one

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Behold your dear one left alone with the cruel and the proud

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As mighty bulls so fierce and strong, as lions roaring loud

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For mirth and hell and sorrows meet to multiply the pain

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They nail his hands, they pierce his feet and mock him yet again

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Yet if your sovereign hand let loose a rage in earth and hell

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Why would my Heavenly father bruise the son he loved so well?

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He prayed in dark Gethsemane, "Withhold this bitter cup"

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But he resigned his will to thee and drank the sorrows up 

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Our savior cried with David's grief, "In groans I waste my breath

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Thy hand has brought me down beneath the bitter dust of death"

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And then he gave his spirit up to trust it in your hand

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His dying flesh reposed in hope, to rise at your command

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Why, oh why, my God?

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Why, oh why, my God?

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For the joy set before him he endured

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And is seated at the right hand of the throne

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Well done, good and faithful, well done

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Well done, good and faithful, well done

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Well done good and faithful one