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[When all Thy waves and storms are pass'd]
When all Thy waves and storms are pass'd,
Shall I, shall I, be saved at last?
Then let my Lord conceal His face,
Withhold the knowledge of His grace,
Leave me in doubts, in darkness leave,
And at my latest hour forgive.
Shall I, shall I, be saved at last?
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Withhold the knowledge of His grace,
Leave me in doubts, in darkness leave,
And at my latest hour forgive.
Deliver from the wrath to come,
And scourge me, Saviour, to the tomb,
I to Thy righteous will submit,
And weep unanswer'd at Thy feet;
But when my dying head I bow,
Assure me then, Thou heard'st me now.
And scourge me, Saviour, to the tomb,
I to Thy righteous will submit,
And weep unanswer'd at Thy feet;
But when my dying head I bow,
Assure me then, Thou heard'st me now.
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