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O thou whose compassionate care,
Does all of thy creatures sustain,
Now graciously teach me to bear
The weight of affliction and pain.
Though cheerless my days seem to flow,
Though weary and wakeful my nights,
What comfort it gives me to know
‘Tis the hand of a Father that smites!
A tender Physician thou art,
Who woundest in order to heal,
And comfort divine dost impart,
To soften the anguish we feel.
Oh, let this affliction be blest,
And answer thy gracious design
Then grant that my soul may find rest;
In comforts so healing as thine.
And bless this anointing with oil,
And save me from every sin,
That, when I am taken from earth,
In heaven with thee I may live.
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Year
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| 2005 | # 321 |
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EFFINGHAM
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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