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Though there be a thousand harsh winters in my plight
and the burdensome sun burning to get to me
In the shallow of thy might, O Lord, I shall hide in thee
Pump O heart pump, the beauty of thy countenance
makes the old man jump
A thousand chains can't hold me down...I am free
I was but a small stump in the ground in a dry sea
No bigger than a bump, but precious in thy sight
Faith in thy name holds me ever so tight
Oh how beautiful thy voice sounds
The tall trees might be blocking the sun,
Making a lot of noise
But they shall fold and wither away from thee
Let them run their course
They have no choice, they are bound
Only in thy faith, O Lord, am I able to see

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Robert Anthony James

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