| Tonight my son, be still and sleep while storms are crashing
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| On this deep we drop the anchor with the hope
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| This vessel holds us still
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| Oh Great Captain, You navigate the storm
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| My son be still and sleep while storms are crashing
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| Oh Great Captain, You navigate the storm
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| An angry water surges the waves have taken its toll
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| While this ship submerges on my tempest soul
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| And though we’ve weathered the storm
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| You know the next one could be much stronger
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| And I can see the shoreline
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| Is a mirage or a sign?
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| I can feel the anchor fast as I meet each sudden blast
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| And the cable though unseen bears the heavy strain between
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| Each storm I safely ride until the turning of the tide
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| As I meet each sudden blast
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| We drop the anchor with the hope we won’t set sail into the storm
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| We set the sails and tie the rope tonight my son, be still and sleep
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| My anchor holds until this tempest calms and dies
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| For this squall’s the throne to which He rides
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| Still this faith will last the waves demise
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| All these purging skies will never see my end
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| We drop the anchor with the hope we won’t set sail into the storm
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| We set the sails and tie the rope tonight my son, be still and sleep
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| As the waves crash over and over
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| You are my anchor
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| Every gale I meet
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| The plight of all the seas can’t separate me
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| For all I have is Yours |