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Him wilt thou keep in perfect peace,
Whose mind is stayed on thee;
Me, Lord, from pining care release,
And vain perplexity.
‘Tis not the bleeding wounds of grief,
Whose anguish I bemoan;
An evil heart of unbelief,
A cold, hard heart of stone;—
O’er this, in loneliness, I wake,
And darkness to be felt,
Since Sinai’s thunders cannot break,
Nor calvary’s sufferings melt.
Uncheered with hopes, unawed by fears,
All comfort banished hence,
O for a burst of contrite tears!
A pang of penitence!
O for one grain of saving faith,
Upspringing in my breast!
“Come unto me,” my Saviour saith,
“And I will give thee rest.”
I hear, I know the joyful sound;
I fly that call to meet,
And find, what all who sought have found,
Rest at his blessed feet.
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