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Hope in Sorrow.
Behold me, the man who hath known
Affliction and scorning;
I wander in darkness alone
And find not the morning.
Affliction and scorning;
I wander in darkness alone
And find not the morning.
The hand of Jehovah is turned
Against me forever;
He heareth me not, he hath spurned
My prayer and endeavor.
Against me forever;
He heareth me not, he hath spurned
My prayer and endeavor.
And yet His compassions are sure
And new every morrow;
Or how should we ever endure
The arrows of sorrow?
And new every morrow;
Or how should we ever endure
The arrows of sorrow?
Oh, well for a man that he grieve
While yet he is youthful;
Yea, well that he calmly believe
In Him who is ruthful.
While yet he is youthful;
Yea, well that he calmly believe
In Him who is ruthful.
He sitteth in silence profound,
Rememb'ring his punishment;
He boweth his mouth to the ground,
Accepting admonishment.
Rememb'ring his punishment;
He boweth his mouth to the ground,
Accepting admonishment.
He giveth his cheek unto him
Who executes sentence;
His spirit is filled to the brim
With trustful repentance.
Who executes sentence;
His spirit is filled to the brim
With trustful repentance.
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For God will redeem us at last,
Though sorely He chasten;
His anger will quickly be past,
His mercies will hasten.
Though sorely He chasten;
His anger will quickly be past,
His mercies will hasten.
He hates not the children of dust,
To cause them to perish;
And though his resentment be just,
He yearneth to cherish.
To cause them to perish;
And though his resentment be just,
He yearneth to cherish.
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