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It's Just Like His Great Love
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Contemporary
It's just like Jesus
To roll the clouds away;
It's just like Jesus
To keep me day by day;
It's just like Jesus all along the way;
It's just like His great love.
A friend I have called Jesus,
Whose love is strong and true
And never fails, how-e'er 'tis tried,
No matter what I do;
I've sinned against this love of His,
But when I knelt to pray,
Confessing all my guilt to Him,
The sin-clouds rolled away.
Sometimes the clouds of trouble
Be-dim the sky above;
I cannot see my Savior's face;
I doubt His wondrous love;
But He, from heaven's mercy seat,
Beholding my despair,
In pity bursts the clouds between
And shows me He is there.
When sorrow's clouds o'er take me
And break upon my head,
When life seems worse than useless
And earthly hopes are dead,
I take my grief to Jesus then,
Nor do I go in vain,
For heavenly hope He gives that cheers
Like sunshine after rain.
Oh! I could sing forever
Of Jesus' love divine,
Of all His care and tenderness
For this poor life of mine;
His love is in and over all,
And wind and waves obey
When Jesus Whispers,
"Peace, be still!"
And rolls the clouds away.

A friend I have called Jesus,
Whose love is strong and true
And never fails, how-e'er 'tis tried,
No matter what I do;
I've sinned against this love of His,
But when I knelt to pray,
Confessing all my guilt to Him,
The sin-clouds rolled away.

Refrain
It's just like Jesus
To roll the clouds away;
It's just like Jesus
To keep me day by day;
It's just like Jesus all along the way;
It's just like His great love.

Sometimes the clouds of trouble
Be-dim the sky above;
I cannot see my Savior's face;
I doubt His wondrous love;
But He, from heaven's mercy seat,
Beholding my despair,
In pity bursts the clouds between
And shows me He is there.

When sorrow's clouds o'er take me
And break upon my head,
When life seems worse than useless
And earthly hopes are dead,
I take my grief to Jesus then,
Nor do I go in vain,
For heavenly hope He gives that cheers
Like sunshine after rain.

Oh! I could sing forever
Of Jesus' love divine,
Of all His care and tenderness
For this poor life of mine;
His love is in and over all,
And wind and waves obey
When Jesus Whispers,
"Peace, be still!"
And rolls the clouds away.

   
   Edna R. Worrell    
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