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Only trusting in my Savior,
All to Him my soul would leave;
He has suffered to redeem me,
And His Word I now believe.
Now to Christ alone I’m clinging,
Tho’ the tempest round me blow;
Heeding not the clouds above me,
Dreading not the waves below.
Only trusting, nothing doubting,
This is all that I can do;
Every trial that befalls me
He will safely bring me thro’.
Now to Christ alone I’m clinging,
Tho’ the tempest round me blow;
Heeding not the clouds above me,
Dreading not the waves below.
There are breakers in the distance,
Yet no danger will I fear;
On the Rock my feet are resting,
Naught of harm can reach me there.
Now to Christ alone I’m clinging,
Tho’ the tempest round me blow;
Heeding not the clouds above me,
Dreading not the waves below.
Only trusting, only trusting,
This is joy and life to me;
Thou wilt never leave me friendless
While I cling, O Christ, to Thee.
Now to Christ alone I’m clinging,
Tho’ the tempest round me blow;
Heeding not the clouds above me,
Dreading not the waves below.
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marker 99
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LYRICS
Meter:
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8 7 8 7 r 8 7 8 7
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Writer(s):
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Trans/Adapted:
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Dates:
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1877
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Bible Refs:
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1 Co 2:2;
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MUSIC
Name:
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WIMBLEDON
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Meter:
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8 7 8 7 r 8 7 8 7
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Writer(s):
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Dates:
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echo ' | ';
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