There Is A Stream
There is a stream, whose gentle flow
Supplies the city of our God;
Life, love, and joy still gliding through,
And watering our divine abode:
That sacred stream, thine holy word,
That all our raging fear controls;
Sweet peace thy promises afford,
And give new strength to fainting souls.
And give new strength to fainting souls.
And give new strength to fainting souls.
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With Chords
There ‹E›is a ‹A›stream, whose ‹B7›gentle ‹E›flow
Sup‹A›plies the ‹E›city of our ‹B7›God;
‹E›Life, ‹E›love, and ‹A›joy still gliding ‹E›through,
And ‹B7›watering ‹A›our di‹B7›vine ‹E›abode:
‹B7›‹A›‹B7›‹E›
That ‹E›sacred ‹A›stream, thine ‹B7›holy ‹E›word,
That ‹A›all our ‹E›raging fear con‹B7›trols;
‹E›Sweet ‹E›peace thy ‹A›promises af‹E›ford,
And ‹B7›give new strength to ‹A›faint‹B7›ing ‹E›souls.
And ‹B7›give new strength to ‹A›faint‹B7›ing ‹E›souls.
And ‹B7›give new strength to ‹A›faint‹B7›ing ‹E›souls.
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