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When I can trust my all with God,
In trial’s fearful hour,
Bow, all resigned, beneath his rod,
And bless his sparing power,
A joy springs up amid distress,—
A fountain in the wilderness.
Oh, to be brought to Jesus’ feet,
Though sorrows fix me there,
Is still a privilege; and sweet
The energy of prayer,
Though sighs and tears its language be.
If Christ be nigh, and smile on me.
Then blesséd be the hand that gave;
Still blesséd when it takes;
Blesséd be he who smites to save,
Who heals the heart he breaks:
Perfect and true are all his ways,
Whom heaven adores, and earth obeys.
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8 6 8 6 8 8
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RUNDELL
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8 6 8 6 8 8
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