Darkest clouds no billows lay,
Tears by shadow where light gives way;
Tempest sea through lone felt night,
Guide me along Thy precious sight;
Blessed morning come O’ break of day,
Of deepest love that I may;
Cast my cares upon Thy bands,
Lift me up in Thy tender hands;
Lead me on ‘til dawn I receive,
And comfort me my pain relieve.
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