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Oh, sorrowing mortal, why still despair,
The Father will gladly bestow
A tender compassion for all thy care,
A balm for thy every woe.
“As one whom his mother comforteth,
So will I comfort you,
So will, so will,
So will I comfort you.”
Thy tears He will change into jewels bright,
Thy sighs will be turned into song;
Where now there is darkness there shall be light,
The weak through His power be strong.
“As one whom his mother comforteth,
So will I comfort you,
So will, so will,
So will I comfort you.”
His mercy endureth while worlds decay,
His pity doth ever abide;
He’s tenderly calling for thee today,
From over the crystal tide.
“As one whom his mother comforteth,
So will I comfort you,
So will, so will,
So will I comfort you.”
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