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HYMN XXII.
PART III.
[Jesus, our sure support Thou art]
Jesus, our sure support Thou art,
Our only hope in deep distress;
Thy comforts calm the troubled heart,
And cheer'd by Thy victorious grace
The mourner gives her wailings o'er,
And Rachel weeps her loss no more.
Our only hope in deep distress;
Thy comforts calm the troubled heart,
And cheer'd by Thy victorious grace
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And Rachel weeps her loss no more.
O might Thy love our loss repair,
This mountain load of grief remove:
The burden we with patience bear,
But cannot rest without Thy love,
But, till we hear Thy pardoning voice,
We cannot in Thy will rejoice.
This mountain load of grief remove:
The burden we with patience bear,
But cannot rest without Thy love,
But, till we hear Thy pardoning voice,
We cannot in Thy will rejoice.
If Thou hast wrought us, Lord, to this,
If now Thy chastening hand we see,
Which strips us of our creature-bliss,
To make us seek our bliss in Thee,
On us Thy pardoning love bestow,
And bless us with that heaven below.
If now Thy chastening hand we see,
Which strips us of our creature-bliss,
To make us seek our bliss in Thee,
On us Thy pardoning love bestow,
And bless us with that heaven below.
If Thou hast torn our child away,
To make Thyself the larger room,
No longer, gracious Lord, delay,
But to Thy drooping servants come,
And take up all this aching void,
And fill our happy souls with God.
To make Thyself the larger room,
No longer, gracious Lord, delay,
But to Thy drooping servants come,
And take up all this aching void,
And fill our happy souls with God.
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