In this world of pain and grief,
With people devoid of all belief,
Sometimes it's hard to carry on,
Clouds obscure the Son's bright dawn,
But when I cry out to my King,
He takes me under His shelt'ring wing,
He picks me up when I fall down,
My Lord, my God, won't let me drown!
I'm not perfect, and this He knows,
Yet He loves more than I could suppose,
Yes, I'll be true 'til all is done,
And the world is bathed in rays of the Son.
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