| I look to Thee in every need,
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| And never look in vain.
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| I feel thy strong and tender love
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| And all is well again.
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| The thought of thee is mightier far
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| Than sin and pain and sorrow are,
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| Than sin and pain and sorrow are, my Lord.
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| Discouraged in the work of life,
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| Disheartened by its load.
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| Shamed by its failures and its fears
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| I sink beside the road.
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| But let me only think of Thee
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| And then new heart springs up in me,
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| And then new heart springs up in me, my Lord.
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| There is an eye that never sleeps
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| Beneath the wing of night,
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| There is an ear that never shuts
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| When sink the beams of light.
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| There is an arm that never tires
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| When human strength gives way,
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| There is a love that never fails
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| When earthly loves decay.
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| But there’s a power which man can wield
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| When mortal aid is vain.
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| That eye, that arm, that loves to reach
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| The listening ear to gain.
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| That power is prayer which soars on high,
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| Through Jesus to the throne,
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| Which moves the Hand which moves the world
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| To bring salvation down, bring salvation down. |