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The Valley Song

Posted by Simon Welsh | 4 October 2009 | Comments (1)

You have led me
to the sadness.
I have carried this pain
On a back bruised,
nearly broken.
I'm crying out to You.

I will sing of Your mercy
that leads me through valleys of sorrow
to rivers of joy

When death,
like a gypsy,
comes to steal what I love,
I will still
look to the heavens
I will still seek Your face.
But I fear
You aren't listening
because there are no words,
just the stillness,
and the hunger
for a faith that assures.

I will sing of Your mercy
that leads me through valleys of sorrow
to rivers of joy. 2x

Alleluia 4x

While we wait
for our resuce
with our eyes tightly shut,
face to the ground,
using our hands
to cover the fatal cut.
Though the pain is an ocean,
tossing us around around around,
You have calmed greater waters.
Higher mountains have come down.

I will sing of Your mercy
that leads me through valleys of sorrow
to rivers of joy.
yeah

Alleluia 4x

I will sing of Your mercy
that leads me through valleys of sorrow to rivers of joy. 2x

As an aside, I am considering leaving All Saints and either finding another church or turning recluse. The latter is more likely.

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  • When peace, like a river, attendeth my way,
    When sorrows like sea billows roll;
    Whatever my lot, Thou has taught me to say,
    It is well, it is well, with my soul.

    Refrain:
    It is well, with my soul,
    It is well, with my soul,
    It is well, it is well, with my soul.

    Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come,
    Let this blest assurance control,
    That Christ has regarded my helpless estate,
    And hath shed His own blood for my soul.

    (Refrain)

    My sin, oh, the bliss of this glorious thought!
    My sin, not in part but the whole,
    Is nailed to the cross, and I bear it no more,
    Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul!

    (Refrain)

    For me, be it Christ, be it Christ hence to live:
    If Jordan above me shall roll,
    No pang shall be mine, for in death as in life
    Thou wilt whisper Thy peace to my soul.

    (Refrain)

    But, Lord, ‘tis for Thee, for Thy coming we wait,
    The sky, not the grave, is our goal;
    Oh trump of the angel! Oh voice of the Lord!
    Blessèd hope, blessèd rest of my soul!

    (Refrain)

    And Lord, haste the day when my faith shall be sight,
    The clouds be rolled back as a scroll;
    The trump shall resound, and the Lord shall descend,
    Even so, it is well with my soul.

    (Refrain)

    Posted by qwandor, 05/10/2009 12:03am (5 months ago)

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