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Jesus, the weary wanderer's rest,
Give me thy easy yoke to bear:
With steadfast patience arm my breast,
With spotless love and lowly fear.
Thankful I take the cup from thee,
Prepared and mingled by thy skill:
Though bitter to the taste it be,
Powerful the wounded soul to heal.
Be thou, O Rock of ages, nigh!
So shall each murmuring thought be gone;
And grief, and fear, and care, shall fly
As clouds before the midday sun.
Speak to my warring passions, "Peace!"
Say to my trembling heart, "Be still!
Thy power my strength and fortress is,
For all things serve thy sovereign will.
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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STARLIGHT
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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