| I thought while on this voyage long
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| My strength God would increase
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| And at some point along the way
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| My struggling would cease
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| I fought with boldness, wind and wave
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| And yet the skirmish lost
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| Exhausted, all provision gone
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| The channel still uncrossed
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| As lifeless I in stillness drift
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| Just strength enough to pray
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| It’s only then I feel the surge
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| That speeds me on my way
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| By His own hand and faithfulness
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| He steers me toward a distant shore
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| And the wind that billows in the sail
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| Is grace and nothing more
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| Yes, it’s grace and nothing more
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| I seek the bloom of holiness
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| He leads me deep within
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| Reveals the hardness of my heart
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| Unearths my hidden sin
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| My barren soul groans in despair
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| In brokenness I cry
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| Oh, God, I find no hope in me
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| A smile His sweet reply
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| For where the tears of brokenness
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| Have soaked the fallow ground
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| The tender shoots of holiness
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| Now spring up all around
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| Strength in my weakness
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| Joy through the pain
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| Hope when I’m helpless
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| Loss my greatest gain |