A friend I have called Je­sus,
Whose love is strong and true,
And nev­er fails how­e’er ’tis tried,
No mat­ter what I do;
I’ve sinned against this love of His,
But when I knelt to pray,
Confessing all my guilt to Him,
The sin clouds rolled away.

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It’s just like Je­sus to roll the clouds away,
It’s just like Je­sus to keep me day by day,
It’s just like Je­sus all along the way,
It’s just like His great love.

Sometimes the clouds of trou­ble
Bedim the sky above,
I cannot see my Sav­ior’s face,
I doubt His won­drous love;
But He, from Heav­en’s mer­cy seat,
Beholding my des­pair,
In pi­ty bursts the clouds be­tween,
And shows me He is there.

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When sor­row’s clouds o’er­take me,
And break up­on my head,
When life seems worse than use­less,
And I were bet­ter dead;
I take my grief to Je­sus then,
Nor do I go in vain,
For heav­en­ly hope He gives
That cheers like sun­shine af­ter rain.

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O, I could sing for­ev­er
Of Jesus’ love di­vine,
Of all His care and ten­der­ness
For this poor life of mine;
His love is in and ov­er all,
And wind and waves ob­ey,
When Je­sus whis­pers Peace, be still!
And rolls the clouds away.

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