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Weary in spirit, whene'er I stand
Watching the winds that sweep,
Wild as the clouds that, swiftly borne,
Are drifting along the deep,
Precious the message that comes to me
O'er the dark waves of a storm-tossed sea!
Banish thy fear, thy Saviour is near,
Cloudless thy day-dawn will be.
Weary in spirit, whene'er I stand
Wishing the storm would cease;
When I have longed in tranquil rest
To enter the port of peace.
Precious the message that comes to me
O'er the dark waves of a storm-tossed sea!
Banish thy fear, thy Saviour is near,
Cloudless thy day-dawn will be.
Weary in spirit, I oft have stood
Waiting my Lord's command;
Still at the oar till, faint and weak,
It fell from my trembling hand.
Precious the message that comes to me
O'er the dark waves of a storm-tossed sea!
Banish thy fear, thy Saviour is near,
Cloudless thy day-dawn will be.
Jesus, my Saviour, oh, help thy child
Weary no more to be;
Teach me to lean my trusting heart
In perfect repose on thee.
Precious the message that comes to me
O'er the dark waves of a storm-tossed sea!
Banish thy fear, thy Saviour is near,
Cloudless thy day-dawn will be.
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9 6 8 7 r 9 9 9 7
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1893
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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| 1893 | # 186 |
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PRECIOUS THE MESSAGE
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9 6 8 7 r 9 9 9 7
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1893
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