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493. “Wilt thou not revive us?”
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The spring of consolation fails;A coldness in our heart prevails,
The evening time is near;
The joys, which once we felt, subside,
And if we swim, we only glide,
Borne, passive, on the moving tide,
And love is lost in fear.
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But though we faint, we cannot yield;The soldier must not quit the field,
Nor slumber in the fight;
Although we droop, or little grow,
Whither, for succour, can we go?
God only can new life bestow,
And turn, to day, our night.
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Father of mercies! grace supply!To thee, with all our wants, we fly!
May we from dreams awake!
The heart, renew'd within, create!
Still, on our Saviour, may we wait,
Look earnest on to Zion's gate,
And Christ, our refuge make!
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