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A PRESENT HELP IN TROUBLE.
When God is near,
O heart with sorrow swelling,
Pour out thy grief, thy tale of anguish telling;
And love will wipe each flowing tear,
When God is near.
O heart with sorrow swelling,
Pour out thy grief, thy tale of anguish telling;
And love will wipe each flowing tear,
When God is near.
When God comes nigh,
Peace quells the soul's commotion,
And sheds the sweet serene of calm devotion;
And every cloud of grief must fly,
When God comes nigh.
Peace quells the soul's commotion,
And sheds the sweet serene of calm devotion;
And every cloud of grief must fly,
When God comes nigh.
When God comes near,
Let every heart receive Him;
Slight not the Spirit's call, nor dare to grieve Him;
“The still small voice,” be wise to hear,
When God is near.
Let every heart receive Him;
Slight not the Spirit's call, nor dare to grieve Him;
“The still small voice,” be wise to hear,
When God is near.
When God is nigh,
Covet not earthly pleasure,
But seek in heaven an ever-during treasure;
Each tear is seen, and heard each sigh,
When God is nigh.
Covet not earthly pleasure,
But seek in heaven an ever-during treasure;
Each tear is seen, and heard each sigh,
When God is nigh.
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