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I know my heav’nly Father knows
The storms that would my way oppose;
But He can drive the clouds away,
And turn the darkness into day.
He knows, He knows
The storms that would my way oppose;
He knows, He knows,
And tempers ev'ry wind that blows.
I know my heav’nly Father knows
The balm I need to soothe my woes;
And with His touch of love divine
He heals this wounded heart of mine.
He knows, He knows
The storms that would my way oppose;
He knows, He knows,
And tempers ev'ry wind that blows.
I know my heav’nly Father knows
How frail I am to meet my foes;
But He my cause will e’er defend,
Uphold and keep me to the end.
He knows, He knows
The storms that would my way oppose;
He knows, He knows,
And tempers ev'ry wind that blows.
I know my heav’nly Father knows
The hour my journey here will close;
And may that hour, O faithful Guide,
Find me safe sheltered by Thy side.
He knows, He knows
The storms that would my way oppose;
He knows, He knows,
And tempers ev'ry wind that blows.
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