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"When storms arise And dark'ning skies About me threat'ning lower, To Thee, O Lord, I raise mine eyes, To Thee my tortured spirit flies For solace in that hour. "Thy mighty arm Will let no harm Come near me nor befall me Thy voice shall quiet my alarm When life's great battle waxeth warm- No foeman shall appall me. "Upon Thy breast Secure I rest, From sorrow and vexation No more by sinful cares oppressed, But in Thy presence ever blest, O God of my salvation." © February 2023
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"When storms arise And dark'ning skies About me threat'ning lower, To Thee, O Lord, I raise mine eyes, To Thee my tortured spirit flies For solace in that hour. "Thy mighty arm Will let no harm Come near me nor befall me Thy voice shall quiet my alarm When life's great battle waxeth warm- No foeman shall appall me. "Upon Thy breast Secure I rest, From sorrow and vexation No more by sinful cares oppressed, But in Thy presence ever blest, O God of my salvation." © February 2023
