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They have journeyed far on a stormy tide to the friendless shore and the strange hillside.
Not what my hands have done can save my guilty soul.
My faith looks up to Thee, Thou Lamb of Calvary, Savior divine.
Dying with Jesus, by death reckoned mine; living with Jesus, a new life divine.
A mighty fortress is our God, a bulwark never failing; a helper He amid the flood of mortal ills prevailing.
Jesus, Saviour, pilot me, over life's tempestuous sea.
Jesus, my strength, my hope, on thee I cast my care, with humble confidence look up, and know thou hearest prayer.
I could not do without Thee, O Saviour of the lost! Whose precious blood redeemed me.
