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I stood face to face with a sorrow,
That threatened my bark to o’erwhelm,
But peace floated in in the morrow,
My Father was guiding the helm.
My Father was guiding the helm,
My Father was guiding the helm,
But peace floated in in the morrow,
My Father was guiding the helm.
I rode o’er a tempest rocked billow,
Which threatened my life to o’erwhelm,
But I sweetly slept on my pillow,
My Father was guiding the helm.
My Father was guiding the helm,
My Father was guiding the helm,
But I sweetly slept on my pillow,
My Father was guiding the helm.
O’er my soul death’s shadows were creeping,
That threatened my faith to o’erwhelm,
But the angels a vigil were keeping,
My Father was guiding the helm.
My Father was guiding the helm,
My Father was guiding the helm,
But the angels a vigil were keeping,
My Father was guiding the helm.
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Bible Refs:
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Mk 4:39;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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