bhanwar me hai meri kashti
kinara dundhta hu me
milahi teri rahmat ka
sahara dundhta hu me
jaba par jab kabhi ghabra ke
tera naam aata hai
suna hai teri rahmat ka
suna hai teri rahmat ka
sahara kaam aata hai
jaba par jab kabhi ghabra ke

kisi se kya kahe kaise sitam hai
rang kya kya hai
rang kya kya hai
tujhe aawaj dete hai
tujhe aawaj dete hai
jo tere naam leva hai
ki chup rahne se teri shaan par
ilzaam aata hai
suna hai teri rahmat ka
sahara kaam aata hai
jaba par jab kabhi ghabra ke

karm karta hai ya rab tu
humesha apne bando par
ghataye jhumti hai
ghataye jhumti hai
rahamto ki tere masto par
ishaare se tere pyase
labo par jam aata hai
suna hai teri rahmat ka
sahara kaam aata hai
jaba par jab kabhi ghabra ke

My vessel swirls in a tempest's hold,
Seeking a shore, a story untold.
I search for the grace that you bestow,
A haven of mercy, where the weary can go.
When fear grips my tongue, a tremor deep,
Your name, a lifeline, secrets to keep.
I've heard that your grace, a boundless art,
That your grace, a boundless art,
Can mend a shattered, fearful heart.
When fear grips my tongue, a tremor deep.

To whom can I speak of trials I face?
What shades of suffering I embrace?
What shades of suffering I embrace?
I call out to You, in desperate plea,
I call out to You, in desperate plea,
By those who sing praises, eternally.
Silence, I know, defames your light,
I've heard that your grace, a boundless art,
Can mend a shattered, fearful heart.
When fear grips my tongue, a tremor deep.

You shower your grace, O Lord, above,
On your devoted, with unwavering love.
Clouds gather, a sight to behold,
Clouds gather, a sight to behold,
Of mercy, for souls that grow old.
With a gesture divine, a whispering call,
On thirsty lips, a holy stream does fall.
I've heard that your grace, a boundless art,
Can mend a shattered, fearful heart.
When fear grips my tongue, a tremor deep.