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1 I’m leaning on the arm of God,
I see my Saviour’s face;
I’m cleansed in his atoning blood,
I know the perfect peace.
I’m cleansed, yes, sweetly cleansed,
In my Savior’s precious blood,
I’m cleansed, yes, I’m sweetly cleansed,
While leaning on the arm of God.
2 No longer mighty passions sweep
Like tempests o’er my soul,
I’ve now that heav’nly power within
That gives me sweet control. [Refrain]
3 I trust my God; he gives me grace
In every trying hour;
He helps me run my earthly race,
And holds me by his power. [Refrain]
4 Tis joy to trust him,—joy to know
My sins are washed away,
To grasp the prize love doth bestow,—
The dawn of heaven’s bright day. [Refrain]Source: The Ark of Praise #84