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CXLIII. THE SAME.
Hymn 4.
[Thou, Lord, who hast ravish'd away]
Thou, Lord, who hast ravish'd away
The joy of mine eyes with a stroke,
To Thee in my trouble I pray,
To Thee for my comfort I look;
No help upon earth can I see,
And deeply disconsolate mourn,
The world is a desert to me,
Till Jesus, and Eden return.
The joy of mine eyes with a stroke,
To Thee in my trouble I pray,
To Thee for my comfort I look;
No help upon earth can I see,
And deeply disconsolate mourn,
The world is a desert to me,
Till Jesus, and Eden return.
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Thy favour alone can supply
The place of all other relief,
The pity that drops from Thine eye
Assuages and quiets my grief:
A widow in want and distress,
If Thee my Defender I prove,
I sweetly recover my peace,
And calmly rejoice in Thy love.
The place of all other relief,
The pity that drops from Thine eye
Assuages and quiets my grief:
A widow in want and distress,
If Thee my Defender I prove,
I sweetly recover my peace,
And calmly rejoice in Thy love.
Now therefore a spirit receive,
Resolved upon Thee to depend,
And wholly to Thee let me live,
My only unchangeable Friend:
Preserve me a widow indeed,
Till call'd to my lasting abode,
From sorrow eternally freed,
And rapt to the bosom of God.
Resolved upon Thee to depend,
And wholly to Thee let me live,
My only unchangeable Friend:
Preserve me a widow indeed,
Till call'd to my lasting abode,
From sorrow eternally freed,
And rapt to the bosom of God.
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