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When floods of grief assault the mind,
And o’er the conscience roll,
Where shall the mourner comfort find
To soothe his troubled soul?
Lord, thou hast said, “Seek ye my face;”
And shall we seek in vain?
And will the ear of sovereign grace
Be deaf when we complain?
Ah! no: the ear of sovereign grace
Attends the mourner’s prayer;
The mourner always finds a place
To breathe his sorrows there.
Thy Spirit heals the troubled soul,
With guilty fears oppressed:
Thy Spirit makes the wounded whole,
And gives the weary rest.
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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| 1851 | # 424 |
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