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Jesus, Jesus, how I trust Him How I've proved Him o'er and o'er Jesus, Jesus, precious Jesus Oh, for grace to trust Him more 'Tis so sweet to trust
How I trust him How I've proved Him o'er and o'er Jesus, Jesus Precious Jesus Oh for grace, to trust Him more Oh for grace, to trust Him more What
I trust Him! How I’ve proved Him o’er and o’er; Jesus, Jesus, precious Jesus! Oh, for grace to trust Him more! Oh, how sweet to trust in Jesus, Just
I'm not crying tears o'er the mountain I'm not frightened of should I fall I'm not crying tears o'er the mountain I'm still here I'm still here I'm
O'er yonder, towards the sunset Is where I'm sailing with my eyes set O'er yonder, the shoals are calling So I reckon i'll be home before the turn
Him How I've proved Him o'er and o'er Jesus, Jesus, Precious Jesus O for grace to trust Him more O how sweet to trust in Jesus Just to trust His
O'er the hills and to the sea My love has gone away from me O'er the hills and to the sea He serves the English army They came for him one fine cold
Fly o’er the mountain my sweet little sparrow Fly on ‘til your sorrow has gone Take your rest where the moon hangs o’er the hollow And return with
instead And dance among the daffodils instead Rain all over Rain o'er all Rain all over Rain o'er all Away, the leaves The roots remain below Asleep alone
thro' the perilous fight, O'er the ramparts we watch'd, were so gallantly streaming? And the rockets' red glare, the bombs bursting in air, Gave proof
You may travel far far from your own native home Far away o'er the mountains, far away o'er the foam But of all the fine places that I've ever seen
a ship, I could not reach her shore We're all just dancers on the Devil's Dance Floor Well swing a little more, little more o'er the merry-o Swing
It was in the year eighteen forty and five A great hunger came o'er the land And it was the neglect of the rulers to be That no crops could the soil
Love, reign o'er me Love Won't you reign o'er me? Reign o'er me, reign o'er me Only love Can bring the rain That falls like tears from on high
You may travel far far from your own native home Far away o'er the mountains, far away o'er the foam But of all the fine places that I've ever seen
Blow the wind southerly, southerly, southerly Blow the wind south o'er the bonny blue sea Blow the wind southerly, southerly, southerly Blow bonny
With every sweet caress I keep sayin' o'er and o'er 'I don't love you anymore' Trouble is I don't love you any less I held you close to me one time
I wander out yonder o'er the hills Where the mountains high Seem to kiss the sky Someone is out yonder, o'er the hills Waiting patiently, Waiting
o'er your being Must be revealing all it's sweetness In some appealing little gesture on it's own Every little movement has a meaning On it's own
"Queensland Whalers" -Eric Bogle I've sailed the North Atlantic with ice flows in the breeze I've sailed the Dutch East Indies o'er the calm blue
Leaning on the everlasting arms Jesus, Jesus how I trust you How I proved you o'er and o'er Jesus, Jesus precious Jesus Oh for Grace to trust Him more
I wander out yonder o'er the hills Where the mountains high Seem to kiss the sky Someone is out yonder, o'er the hills Waiting patiently, Waiting
I wander out yonder o'er the hills Where the mountains high Seem to kiss the sky Someone is out yonder, o'er the hills Waiting patiently, Waiting
I wander out yonder o'er the hills Where the mountains high Seem to kiss the sky Someone is out yonder, o'er the hills Waiting patiently, Waiting
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