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You're the cane on which I lean
You're the rain that washed me clean
You're the feast at which I feed my Lord
You're the weathered bough that shades my brow
when I'm blind and can not see
Ch: I'm on my way Christ paid my fare
my sinking craft must make it there
but should I drown he'd stretch his hand
I've set my course set my course for higher land
You're the blood that fills my veins
You're the voice that called my name Jesus
You're the champion of the meek my Lord
You're the reef of time that eased my mind
when I anchored at your feet
You're the fire that warms my soul
You're the fire that burns the coal
You're the sweet prevailing wind O Lord
You're the lightning red a thunderhead
that sinks the ships of sin
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