Dear Savior, stretch Thy loving arms
Above the stormy sea,
Where, tossed ’mid dark and angry waves,
The mariner calls to Thee.
Upon that fierce and angry main
My poor weak bark doth ride,
O what am I ’mid such strong foes
Without Thee by my side?

O as Thou didst on Galilee
The waters calm at will,
When torrents raised by evil breath
The sinking ship did fill:
So now in my storm shaken soul
Awake with strength divine,
And whisper ‘peace’ to warring winds,
And let Thy glory shine.

Be Thou my Pilot through the mists
And storms that darkly rise,
As o’er life’s vast and dangerous sea
My frail bark lightly flies.
With Thee my soul securely rests
From evil’s blight restored;
And isles of green and fragrant seas
Bring peace and sweet reward.

Somebody came and lifted me
Out of my sin and misery
Somebody came, O who could it be,
Who could it be but Jesus?

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Who could it be, O who could it be?
Who could it be but Jesus?
Who could it be, O who could it be?
Who could it be but Jesus?

Somebody bent so tenderly,
Pleading so long and patiently,
Somebody came, O who could it be,
Who could it be but Jesus?

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Somebody whispered sweet and low,
Telling me just the way to go,
Somebody spoke, I listened, and lo,
Who could it be but Jesus?

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Somebody holds my hand each day,
Guiding my feet lest I should stray,
Walking with Him how blessèd the way,
Who could it be but Jesus?

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