Troublesome waters, much blacker than night,
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Are hiding from view, the harbour's bright light.
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Tossed on the turmoil of life's troubled sea,
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I cried to my Saviour: "Have mercy on me."
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Then gently I'm feeling the touch of his hand,
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Guiding my boat in safely to land.
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Leading the way to heaven's bright shore,
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Where troublesome waters I'm fearing no more.
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Troublesome waters around me do roll.
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They're rocking my boat and wrecking my soul.
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Loved ones are drifting and living in sin:
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The treacherous whirlpools are pulling them in
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Then gently I'm feeling the touch of his hand,
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Guiding my boat in safely to land.
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Leading the way to heaven's bright shore,
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Where troublesome waters I'm fearing no more.
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When troublesome waters are rolling so high,
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I lift up my voice and to heaven, I cry:
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"Lord, I am trusting. Give guidance to me,
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"And steady my boat on life's troubled sea."
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Then gently I'm feeling the touch of his hand,
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Guiding my boat in safely to land.
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Leading the way to heaven's bright shore,
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Where troublesome waters I'm fearing no more.
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Troublesome Waters
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