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1
There are times and times again, When my love seems far away; The hours would stretch, the days turn gray; All the while, I know not how, In my darkest hour, He prays In the saints, oh, for my sake.
GThere
are
Em
times
and times again,
CWhen
my
D
love
seems far away;
GThe
hours would
Em
stretch,
the days turn
C-D
gray;
GAll
the
Em
while,
I know not how,
CIn
my
D
darkest
hour, He prays
GIn
the
Em
saints,
oh, for my
Em-D
sake.
By a touch of His dear love, By the sound of His sweet voice, Whispers from above, Spoken through men of clay. And this world just fades away. (Let this world just fade away.)
CBy
a
D
touch
of His dear
G-Em
love,
CBy
the
D
sound
of His sweet
G
voice,
Whispers
Em
from
a
Em-C
bove,
Spoken
D
through
men of
D-Em
clay.
CAnd
this
D7
world
just fades
a
D7-G
way.
(
C
Let
this
D7
world
just fade
a
D7-G
way.)
2
Blinded soul, I cannot see What this world has done to me; My heart grows cold and life would bleed; Then He comes, knocks on my door, Through the saints—and there they stand With the Lord, oh, for my need!
Blinded soul, I cannot see
What this world has done to me;
My heart grows cold and life would bleed;
Then He comes, knocks on my door,
Through the saints—and there they stand
With the Lord, oh, for my need!
GBlinded
Em
soul,
I cannot see
CWhat
this
D
world
has done to me;
GMy
heart grows cold
Em
and
life would bleed;
GThen
He
Em
comes,
knocks on my door,
CThrough
the
D
saints—and
there they stand
GWith
the
Em
Lord,
oh, for my
Em-D
need!
By a touch of His dear love, By the sound of His sweet voice, Whispers from above, Spoken through men of clay. And this world just fades away. (Let this world just fade away.)
By a touch of His dear love, this world just fades away! Lord Jesus we love You. Thank You for the saints, full of the Spirit and diffusing the fragrance of Christ. Lord Jesus You are ever present when I'm by myself and through the saints.