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1 When clouds hang darkly o'er my way
And earthly comfort dies,
On thee my Saviour and my God, My every hope relies.
I hear thy spirits gentle voice,
Thy cross by faith I see,--
Thy precious blood, O dying Lamb,
Redeems and makes me what I am,
For thou has died for me,
For thou has died for me.
2 My soul, confiding in thy word,
Can rest securely there,
And feel at peace in every storm,
Beneath thy watchful care;
A sinner lost, but saved by grace
Be this my only plea;
Thy precious blood, O dying Lamb,
Redeems and makes me what I am,
For thou hast died for me.
3 O when I leave this mortal scene,
And rise to worlds of light;
Then shall I see thee as thou art
Arrayed in glory bright;
There by the living stream divine,
My raptured song shall be;
Thy precious blood, O dying Lamb,
Redeems and makes me what I am,
For thou hast died for me.
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