In the eye of the hurricane, I find peace in the storm.
By trusting in You, Lord, my soul is reborn.
Like a child in Your arms, safe and warm against the night,
You will bear me through the darkness, surrounded by Your light.

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Resting in You, Lord, safe in Your arms,
Resting in You, Lord, I am safe in Your arms.

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Though the mountains may crumble, and the sea roll away,
I know You are with me, through the night and the day.
For You’re right here inside me; yes, You live within my heart.
I’ve abandoned my life into Your gentle, loving arms.

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When my burdens grow heavy, and I bend beneath the load,
Then Your strength will help me down the long, dusty road.
All my trials and tribulations, they can only make me strong.
For You lift my soul with gladness, and fill my heart with song.

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The Lord’s our Rock, in Him we hide,
A Shelter in the time of storm;
Secure whatever ill betide,
A Shelter in the time of storm.

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Oh, Jesus is a Rock in a weary land,
A weary land, a weary land;
Oh, Jesus is a Rock in a weary land,
A Shelter in the time of storm.

A shade by day, defense by night,
A Shelter in the time of storm;
No fears alarm, no foes afright,
A Shelter in the time of storm.

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The raging storms may round us beat,
A Shelter in the time of storm
We’ll never leave our safe retreat,
A Shelter in the time of storm.

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O Rock divine, O Refuge dear,
A Shelter in the time of storm;
Be Thou our Helper ever near,
A Shelter in the time of storm.

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Beyond this land of parting, losing and leaving,
Far beyond the losses, darkening this,
And far beyond the taking and the bereaving
Lies the summer land of bliss.

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Land beyond, so fair and bright!
Land beyond, where is no night!
Summer land, God is its Light.
O happy summer land of bliss.

Beyond this land of toiling, sowing and reaping,
Far beyond the shadows, darkening this,
And far beyond the sighing, moaning and weeping,
Lies the summer land of bliss.

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Beyond this land of sinning, fainting and failing,
Far beyond the doubtings, darkening this,
And far beyond the griefs and dangers befalling,
Lies the summer land of bliss.

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Beyond this land of waiting, seeking and sighing,
Far beyond the sorrows, darkening this,
And far beyond the pain and sickness and dying
Lies the summer land of bliss.

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Gentle Shepherd, Thou hast stilled
Now Thy little lamb’s brief weeping;
Ah, how peaceful, pale and mild,
In its narrow bed ’tis sleeping,
And no sigh of anguish sore
Heaves that little bosom more.

In this world of care and pain,
Lord, Thou wouldst no longer leave it;
To the sunny, heavenly plain
Thou dost now with joy receive it;
Clothed in robes of spotless white,
Now it dwells with Thee in light.

Ah, Lord Jesus, grant that we
Where it lives may soon be living,
And the lovely pastures see
That its heavenly food are giving;
Then the gain of death we prove,
Though Thou take what most we love.

God, we thank Thee; not in vain
Lived our friend in Thee believing;
Not for him can we be grieving:
Ours the loss, but his the gain.
Ours the vanity of sorrow,
His the vision from the height;
His today, and ours tomorrow,
Change and awe and love and light.

What Thou doest, Lord, is good:
Though his body now is sleeping,
Lives his spirit in Thy keeping,
Pain and sorrow understood.
Grant him rest among the living,
Bring him to Thy vision clear,
All his sin in love forgiving
When as Judge Thou dost appear.

Hail, mighty Victor! Behold He comes from out the grave.
Shout, shout His triumph! Oh, tell abroad His power to save.
Sing, sing with gladness, proclaim the news o’er land and sea:
He reigns forever, great Ruler over all is He.

Shout His praise, for us He came to die.
But lo, He lives!
He reigns upon His Father’s throne on high.

Glory, laud, and honor unto Christ the Lord be given.
Praise Him! all ye people, mighty Ruler of earth and Heav’n.
Praise Him! all ye stars of night.
Praise Him! all ye shining hosts of light.
Oh! that men would bless and praise His holy Name,
Would praise His holy Name.

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Long hast thou wept and sorrowed,
Poor mourner, dry thy tears;
Behold, with light and comfort,
The Lord Himself appears.

“Trust in My mercy ever,
My people!” saith the Lord.
Hold fast, in deepest sorrow,
That soul sustaining Word.

Then rest, sad heart, in patience,
With this petition still,
“Lord, all these vacant places
With Thine own fullness fill!”

Our youth is transient like a flower,
That blooms, and fades, and dies;
Our life is but a summer cloud,
And like a shadow flies;
Then let us heed the warning voice—
Today its call we hear,
It speaks in deep and solemn tones,
That come from yonder bier.

The angel messenger of death,
Has gently borne away,
A dear companion from our side,
To realms of endless day;
Her voice no more will join with ours
The song of praise below,
It wakes a purer, sweeter strain,
Where only pleasures flow.

When gathered on the Sabbath morn,
Her vacant place we view,
We’ll think how bright the world she treads,
And in her steps pursue;
Be still, let every heart be still,
And all our sorrow quell,
We’ll bow submissive to His will,
Who doeth all things well.

O Thou who driest the mourner’s tear,
How dark this world would be,
If, when deceived and wounded here,
We could not fly to Thee!

The friends who in our sunshine live,
When winter comes are flown;
And he who has but tears to give,
Must weep those tears alone.

But Thou wilt heal that broken heart,
Which, like the plants that throw
Their fragrance from the wounded part,
Breathes sweetness out of woe.

When joy no longer soothes or cheers,
And e’en the hope that threw
A moment’s sparkle o’er our tears
Is dimmed and vanished too—

O who could bear life’s stormy doom,
Did not Thy wing of love
Come brightly wafting through the gloom
Our peace-branch from above?

Then sorrow, touched by Thee, grows bright,
With more than rapture’s ray;
As darkness shows us worlds of light
We never saw by day.

Not now, but in the coming years,
It may be in the better land,
We’ll read the meaning of our tears,
And there, some time, we’ll understand.

Then trust in God through all the days;
Fear not, for He doth hold thy hand;
Though dark thy way, still sing and praise,
Some time, some time we’ll understand.

We’ll catch the broken thread again,
And finish what we here began;
Heav’n will the mysteries explain,
And then, ah then, we’ll understand.

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We’ll know why clouds instead of sun
Were over many a cherished plan;
Why song has ceased when scarce begun;
’Tis there, some time, we’ll understand.

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God knows the way, He holds the key,
He guides us with unerring hand;
Some time with tearless eyes we’ll see;
Yes, there, up there, we’ll understand.

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Hear sweet voices from above,
Fill thy hands and go with love,
To the weary as they wait, so late;
In the name of Christ your King,
Go and sweetly, sweetly sing,
Go and wipe their tears away, and pray.

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Happy voices ev’rywhere
Are like angels in the air.
’Twas for this that Jesus came,
There is music in His Name,
In the work He calleth you, be true.

Cups of water ye may bear,
And bring answer to your prayer;
Jesus led the multitude with good.
How the blind with opened eyes
Looked on Him with glad surprise!
Love may fix the eyes long dim on Him.

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Only tell the story how
Jesus comes to bless you now;
What you do for love is best confessed.
Go as Jesus went to them;
You may find perchance a gem,
Long to sparkle in His sight in light.

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There’s no disappointment in Heaven,
No weariness, sorrow or pain;
No hearts that are bleeding and broken,
No song with a minor refrain.
The clouds of our earthly horizon
Will never appear in the sky,
For all will be sunshine and gladness,
With never a sob or a sigh.

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I’m bound for that beautiful city,
My Lord has prepared for His own;
Where all the redeemed of all ages
Sing “Glory!” around the white throne;
Sometimes I grow homesick for Heaven,
And the glories I there shall behold;
What a joy that will be when my Savior I see,
In that beautiful city of gold.

We’ll never pay rent for our mansion,
The taxes will never come due,
Our garments will never grow threadbare,
But always be fadeless and new,
We’ll never be hungry or thirsty,
Nor languish in poverty there,
For all the rich bounties of Heaven
His sanctified children will share.

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There’ll never be crepe on the doorknob,
No funeral train in the sky;
No graves on the hillsides of glory,
For there we shall nevermore die.
The old will be young there forever,
Transformed in a moment of time;
Immortal we’ll stand in His likeness,
The stars and the sun to outshine.

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Thine is the glory, risen, conqu’ring Son;
Endless is the victory, Thou o’er death hast won;
Angels in bright raiment rolled the stone away,
Kept the folded grave clothes where Thy body lay.

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Thine is the glory, risen conqu’ring Son,
Endless is the vict’ry, Thou o’er death hast won.

Lo! Jesus meets us, risen from the tomb;
Lovingly He greets us, scatters fear and gloom;
Let the church with gladness, hymns of triumph sing;
For her Lord now liveth, death hath lost its sting.

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No more we doubt Thee, glorious Prince of life;
Life is naught without Thee; aid us in our strife;
Make us more than conqu’rors, through Thy deathless love:
Bring us safe through Jordan to Thy home above.

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We praise Thee, Lord for hours of bliss,
For days of quiet rest;
But O how seldom do we feel
That pain and tears are best!

We praise Thee for the shining sun,
For kind and gladsome ways:
When shall we learn, O Lord, to sing
Through weary nights and days!

Teach Thou our weak and wandering hearts
Aright to read Thy way;
That Thou with loving hand dost trace
Our path from day to day.

Then sorrow’s face shall be unveiled,
And we at last shall see
Her eyes are eyes of tenderness;
Her speech but echoes Thee!

Then every thorny crown of care
Worn well in patience now,
Shall prove a glorious diadem
Upon the faithful brow.

With friends on earth we meet in gladness,
While swift the moments fly,
Yet ever comes the tho’t of sadness,
That we must say, “Goodbye.”

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We’ll never say goodbye in Heav’n,
We’ll never say goodbye,
For in that land of joy and song,
We’ll never say goodbye.

How joyful is the hope that lingers,
When loved ones cross death’s sea,
That we, when all earth’s toils are ended,
With Thee shall ever be.

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No parting words shall e’er be spoken,
In yonder home so fair,
But songs of joy, and peace, and gladness,
We’ll sing forever there.

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When I can read my title clear to mansions in the skies,
I bid farewell to every fear, and wipe my weeping eyes.
And wipe my weeping eyes, and wipe my weeping eyes
I bid farewell to every fear, and wipe my weeping eyes.

Should earth against my soul engage, and hellish darts be hurled,
Then I can smile at Satan’s rage, and face a frowning world.
And face a frowning world, and face a frowning world,
Then I can smile at Satan’s rage, and face a frowning world.

Let cares, like a wild deluge come, and storms of sorrow fall!
May I but safely reach my home, my God, my heav’n, my All.
My God, my heaven, my All, my God, my heave’, my All,
May I but safely reach my home, my God, my heaven, my All.

There shall I bathe my weary soul in seas of heav’nly rest,
And not a wave of trouble roll, across my peaceful breast.
Across my peaceful breast, across my peaceful breast,
And not a wave of trouble roll, across my peaceful breast.

There’s a land beyond the river,
That we call the sweet forever,
And we only reach that shore by faith’s decree;
One by one we’ll gain the portals,
There to dwell with the immortals,
When they ring the golden bells for you and me.

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Don’t you hear the bells now ringing?
Don’t you hear the angels singing?
’Tis the glory hallelujah Jubilee.
In that far off sweet forever,
Just beyond the shining river,
When they ring the golden bells for you and me.

We shall know no sin or sorrow,
In that haven of tomorrow,
When our barque shall sail beyond the silver sea;
We shall only know the blessing
Of our Father’s sweet caressing,
When they ring the golden bells for you and me.

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When our days shall know their number,
And in death we sweetly slumber,
When the King commands the spirit to be free;
Nevermore with anguish laden,
We shall reach that lovely Eden,
When they ring the golden bells for you and me.

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