| We call on him
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| Whenever storm clouds gather
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| We call on him to light our darkest day
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| Why must it be that only when we’re lonely
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| And hopes are dim, we call on him
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| Why don’t we call on him before we lose our way
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| To count our blessings and thank him while we may
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| We call on him
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| When no one else will answer
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| We ask of him a reason to go on
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| When our cup of joy becomes a cup of sorrow
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| Filled to the brim, we call on him
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| Why don’t we call on him before we lose our way
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| To count our blessings and thank him while we may |