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Father, before Thee I am kneeling
      In gratitude and love,
Sad, weary years I sought, appealing
      For succor from above.
My cries seemed wild as unavailing
      Before Thy chastening rod,
My spirit in the strife oft failing
      To trust Thee, O my God!

When floods of sorrow o’er me sweeping,
      Thy hand I could not see;
Then Thou, when heart and strength were yielding,
      Bade me to cling to thee.
Strength from Thy promise gave endurance
      To stem, to cross the flood;
I thank Thee; rest in blest assurance
      Of Jesus’ cleansing blood.