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Like a ship that’s tossed and driven, battered by an angry sea;
When the storms of life are raging, and their fury falls on me,
I wonder what I have done, that makes this race so hard to run;
Then I say to my soul, take courage, the Lord will make a way somehow.
Refrain:
The Lord will make a way somehow, when beneath the cross I bow,
He will take away each sorrow, let Him have your burdens now;
When the loads bears down so heavy the weight is shown upon my brow,
There’s a sweet relief in knowing the Lord will make a way somehow.