In all my troubles, sharp and long, [Or, In every trouble, sharp and strong] My soul to Jesus flies; My anchor-hold is firm on Him, When swelling billows rise. His comforts bear my spirits up, I trust a faithful God; The sure foundation of my hope Is in a Savior???s blood. Loud alleluias sing, my soul, To Thy Redeemer???s Name; In joy, in sorrow, life and death, His love is still the same.
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