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Come, ye with sin distressed,
And wait upon the Lord:
He will bestow the promised rest,
And timely aid afford.
What though he hide his face,
And should awhile delay;
He’ll grant you fresh supplies of grace,
For every trying day.
His wisdom, love, and power
Are all engaged for you,
And in affliction’s fiery hour
Will bring you safely through.
He knows your every pain ;
He counts your every tear;
And, while your mourning souls complain,
He lends a pitying ear.
Then wait his gracious will
In persevering prayer;
His own blest word will he ful?ll,
And make your souls his care.
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6 6 8 6 (S.M.)
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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| 1866 | # 507 |
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ELVILLE
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6 6 8 6 (S.M.)
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| 6 6 8 6 (S.M.) | | 6 6 8 6 (S.M.) |
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