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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 |
