Where do they turn when storms arise,
Those who won’t seek your grace?
To what great truth turn they their eyes
If not to your dear face?
How to withstand the darke’ning skies;
Where is their hiding place?
Where do they turn when their soul cries
If not to your embrace?
You shelter me when dark clouds swarm
And threaten from above,
For you’re the light within the storm
And I rest in your love.
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