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Our highest joys succeed our griefs,
And peace is born of pain;
Smiles follow bitter blinding tears,
As sunshine follows rain.
We gain our rest through weariness,
From bitter draw the sweet:
Strength comes from weakness, hope from fear,
And victory from defeat.
We reap where we have sown the seed;
Gain is the fruit of loss;
Life springs from death and, at the end,
The crown succeeds the cross.
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Bible Refs:
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Ps 30:5;
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MUSIC
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PLYMOUTH
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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