In
the world, tribulation; but in Jesus -- peace;
The heart of the whirlwind where
its roarings cease,
A little home waiting, still and light and warm,
A safe
sanctuary from the night and storm.
In Jesus
by Annie Johnson Flint
In
the world, tribulation; but in Jesus -- peace; | |
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the world, tribulation; but in Jesus -- rest; A sure place of refuge for the sore-opprest, A guarded pavilion no device can take, A strong-walled fortress no assault can shake. |
| In
the world tribulation; but in Jesus -- joy; A full cup of gladness that can never cloy, A sweet fountain rising out of Marrah's tide, A spring of rejoicing that is never dried. |  |
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In
the world, tribulation; but in Jesus -- peace; A deep, quiet harbor where the high waves cease, A long-desired haven on a friendly shore, Where the wild winds of oceans sweep the soul no more. |
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the world, tribulation, trials all around, For on earth no resting and no joys are found; Let us flee to Jesus where all sorrows cease; Here alone is gladness, here alone is peace. |  |
John
16:33 These things I have spoken unto you, that in me ye might have peace. In
the world ye shall have tribulation: but be of good cheer; I have overcome the
world. |
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