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Affliction’s faded form draws nigh,
With wrinkled brow and downcast eye;
With sackcloth on her bosom spread,
And ashes scattered o’er her head.
But deem her not a child of earth;
From heaven she draws her sacred birth;
Beside the throne of God she stands
To execute his kind commands.
The messenger of love, she flies
To train us for our sphere, the skies;
And onward as we move, the way
Becomes more smooth, more bright the day.
Her weeds to robes of glory turn,
Her looks with kindling radiance burn;
And from her lips these accents steal,—
“God smites to bless, he wounds to heal!”
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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Hymn/Song Book
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MAINZER
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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| # 322 | Bb | | # 19 | C | | # 33 | C | | # 346 | C | | # 44 | C | | # 252 | C | | # 362 | C | | # 695 | C | | # 15 | C | | # 256 | C | | # 280 | C | | # 696 | No key |
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