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Why those fears! Behold 'tis Jesus
Holds the helm, and guides the ship;
Spread the sails, and catch the breezes
Sent to waft us through the deep,
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Where the mourners cease to weep.
Could we stay where death was hovering?
Could we rest on such a shore?
No, the awful truth discovering,
We could linger there no more:
|: We forsake it, :|
Leaving all we loved before.
Though the shore we hope to land on,
Only by report is known,
Yet we freely all abandon,
Led by that report alone,
|: And with Jesus, :|
Through the trackless deep move on.
Led by faith, we brave the ocean;
Led by faith, the storm defy;
Calm amidst tumultuous motion,
Knowing that the Lord is nigh:
|: Waves obey Him, :|
And the storms before Him fly.
Rendered safe by His protection,
We shall pass the watery waste,
Trusting to His wise direction
We shall gain the port at last;
|: And with wonder :|
Think on toils and dangers past.
Oh, what pleasures there await us!
There the tempests cease to roar:
There it is that those who hate us
Can molest our peace no more:
|: Trouble ceases :|
On that tranquil, happy shore.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 7 8 7 4 7 extended
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Bible Refs:
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Mt 8:26;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Year
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Song #
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| 1853 | # 665 | | 1881 | # 290 |
MUSIC
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Name:
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STANFORD
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Meter:
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8 7 8 7 8 7
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echo ' | ';
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