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The Mystery of His Way (Bob Nolan)
When angry storm clouds rise and wild winds sweep the skies, I’m sure that this must be the mystery of His way. Then comes a glory morn and bright new things are born. All this that I may see the mystery of His way.
So climb you to the highest mountain And look you to the world below. Living things drink from His fountain Then, reaching for the sky, they grow and In choral voice they sing, “This is a wondrous thing!” And He will find a way to speak to you someday.
So climb you to the highest mountain And look you to the world below. Living things drink from His fountain Then, reaching toward the sky, they grow and In choral voice they sing, “This is a wondrous thing!” And He will find a way to speak with you someday.
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