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My head and stay is called away,
And I am left alone;
My husband dear, who was so near,
Is fled away and gone.
It breaks my heart, ‘tis hard to part,
With one that was so kind;
Where shall I go to rest my smart,
Or ease my troubled mind?
Naught can I find to ease my mind,
In things which are below;
For earthly toys but vex my joys,
And aggravate my woe.
But I’ll repair to Jesus, where
I’ll ease my troubled breast;
To Christ above who is my love,
And my eternal rest.
And oh, that he would send for me,
And call my spirit home;
To world’s of rest among the blest,
Where troubles never come.
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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TRIBUNAL
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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