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His voice is like the breeze off the mountain
That cools the dessert-dweller far below
For when I am confused
And I can't see my way through
Jesus speaks to me and I know;
I can see the way to go
Like the sun rising through the trees
After a night of darkness and despair
Is the joy that comes
From keeping still before Him
(my Lord and God)
And hearing the Word of the Lord
From the lips of the Living God
You are my dwelling place
My hiding place from this world
You are my dwelling place
My hiding place from this world