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In the floods of tribulation

1. In the floods of tribulation,
      While the billows o'er me roll,
      Jesus whispers consolation,
      And supports my fainting soul,
      Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, praise the Lord,
      Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, praise the Lord,

   2. Thus the lion yields me honey,
      From the eater food is given,
      Strengthened thus, I still press forward,
      Singing as I wade to heaven:
      Sweet affliction, sweet affliction, and my sins are all forgiven,
      Sweet affliction, sweet affliction, and my sins are all forgiven!

   3. Mid the gloom the vivid lightning,
      With increasing brightness play
      Mid the thorn bright beauteous flowrets
      Look more beautiful and gay.
      Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, praise the Lord,
      Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, praise the Lord,

   4. So in darkest dispensations
      Doth my faithful Lord appear,
      With his richest consolations
      To reanimate and cheer,
      Sweet affliction, sweet affliction, thus to bring my Savior near,
      Sweet affliction, sweet affliction, thus to bring my Savior near.

   5. Floods of tribulation brighten,
      Billows still around me roar;
      Those that know not Christ ye frighten,
      But my soul defies your power.
      Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, praise the Lord,
      Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, praise the Lord,

   6. In the sacred page recorded;
      Thus the word securely stands,
      Fear not, I'm in trouble near thee,
      Nought shall pluck thee from my hands.
      Sweet affliction, sweet affliction, every word my love demands,
      Sweet affliction, sweet affliction, every word my love demands.

   7. All I meet I find assist me,
      In my path to heavenly joy;
      Where the trials now attend me,
      Trials never more annoy.
      Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, praise the Lord,
      Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, praise the Lord!

   8. Wearing there a weight of glory,
      Still the path I'll ne'er forget
      But exulting cry it led me
      To my blessed Savior's feet.
      Sweet affliction, sweet affliction, which has brought to Jesus' feet,
      Sweet affliction, sweet affliction, which has brought to Jesus' feet!

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