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He hideth my life in the depths of His love, And covers me there with His hand, And covers me there with His hand. The wonderful Savior is Jesus my Lord, He taketh my burden away. He holed me up, and I shall not be hurt, He giveth me strength for each gain. He hideth my soul in the cleft of the rock, That shadows a dry, thirsty land. He hideth my life in the depths of His love, And covers me there with His hand, And covers me there with His hand. With numberless blessings, He's gone between crowds, And filled with His fullness divine. I sing in my rapture of glory to God, For such a redeemer as mine. He hideth my soul in the cleft of the rock, That shadows a dry, thirsty land. He hideth my life in the depths of His love, And covers me there with His hand, And covers me there with His hand. When clothed in His brightness, Transported I rise, To lead Him in clouds of the sky. His perfect salvation, His wonderful love, He hideth my soul in the cleft of the rock, That shadows a dry, thirsty land. He hideth my life in the depths of His love, And covers me there with His hand, And covers me there with His hand, And covers me there with His hand. Oh, what a wonderful, wonderful day, Day I will never forget, After I wandered in darkness away, Jesus my Savior I bend, Oh, what tender, compassionate friend, He met the need of my heart, Shadows dispelling with joy and telling, He made all the darkness depart. Heaven came down and glory filled my soul, Then at the cross the Savior made me whole, My sins were lost away, And my life was turned to day, Heaven came down and glory filled my soul. Born of the Spirit with life from above, Into God's faith we be gone, Justified by the Lord in the boundaries of, Oh, His name is mine, Heaven's intentions so painful as rain, And as the sinner I may, Look in the upper of days, And if I'm releasing the verses in the name, Heaven came down and glory filled my soul. Then at the cross the Savior made me whole, My sins were lost away, And my life was turned to day, Heaven came down and glory filled my soul. I'm the last now, Now I'm a hope that will surely new, After the passing of time, I'm the future and then for sure, There is no chance to survive, And it's because in my wonderful day, Heaven comes to me, When it seems so long, And passing so far, All of these verses stand by me still, Heaven came down and glory filled my soul. Then at the cross the Savior made me whole, My sins were lost away, And my life was turned to day, Heaven came down and glory filled my soul. I serve a risen Savior, He's in the world today, I know that He is living whatever men may say, I see His hand of mercy, I hear His voice so cheer, And just the time I begin, He's always here, He lives, He lives, While Jesus lives today, He walks with me and talks with me, How long my share will wait, He lives, He lives, How they should tear it apart, He'll ask me how I know He lives, He lives within my heart, In all the world around me I see His loving care, And though my heart goes weary, I never will despair, I know that He is living through all the stormy past, The day of His appearing will come and pass, He lives, He lives, While Jesus lives today, He walks with me and talks with me, How long my share will wait, He lives, He lives, How they should tear it apart, He'll ask me how I know He lives, He lives within my heart, Rejoice, rejoice, O Christian, Lift up your voice and sing, Eternal, hallelujah, To Jesus Christ the King, The hope of all the sick, In the help of all the blind, The lover is so loving, So good and kind, He lives, He lives, While Jesus lives today, He walks with me and talks with me, How long my share will wait, He lives, He lives, How they should tear it apart, He'll ask me how I know He lives, Rejoice, rejoice, O Christian, Lift up your voice and sing, Eternal, hallelujah, To Jesus Christ the King, The hope of all the sick, In the help of all the blind, The lover is so loving, Workman's raining clouds, Work when the day grows brighter, Work in the glowing sun, Work for the night is coming, When man's work is done, Work for the night is coming, Work for the sunny day, Fill Friday's hours with labor, Rest from shore and stew, Give every fighting minute, Something to keep in store, Work for the night is coming, When man's work's no more, Work for the night is coming, Under the sunset skies, While their branches are glowing, Work for daylight flies, Work till the last gleam faded, Faded to shine no more, Work for the night is dawning, When man's work is done. There's within my heart a melody, Jesus, Christmas Day and all, Where not I am with thee, please be still, In all of my heaven and all, Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, Sweetest day my God, Where's my every longing, Here keeps me singing as I go, All my life was rent, my sin and strife, Here's to fill my heart with pain, Jesus, left across the broken street, Turn this up and forth again, Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, Sweetest day my God, Where's my every longing, Here keeps me singing as I go, Facing on the riches of His grace, Resting in His shouting grace, While He's looking on His smiling face, That is why I shout and sing, Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, Sweetest day my God, Where's my every longing, Here keeps me singing as I go, Though sometimes He leads through water's feet, Time's gone across the way, Though sometimes the vast seas drop at sea, See His footprints all the way. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .