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MY GRACE IS SUFFICIENT.
Is thy sun obscured to-day
By a cloud of sorrow?
It cannot be thus alway,
Bright may be the morrow,
Hast thou left of hope a spark?
Sit not down repining—
Never was there cloud so dark,
Had not silver lining.
By a cloud of sorrow?
It cannot be thus alway,
Bright may be the morrow,
Hast thou left of hope a spark?
Sit not down repining—
Never was there cloud so dark,
Had not silver lining.
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Adverse currents strong and swift
Sweep across thy soul—
Courage, heart, the cloud must rift.
It will backward roll.
Is thy bark far from the land,
On a tempestuous ocean?
Stretch to God thy helpless hand,
He can stay commotion.
Sweep across thy soul—
Courage, heart, the cloud must rift.
It will backward roll.
Is thy bark far from the land,
On a tempestuous ocean?
Stretch to God thy helpless hand,
He can stay commotion.
Sits thy soul in grief to-day
'Neath the weeping willow?
On the Son thy burden lay,
Soft will seem thy pillow,
Doth amidst thy course arise
Difficulty's mountain;
Sweetest draught his love supplies
From the crimson fountain.
'Neath the weeping willow?
On the Son thy burden lay,
Soft will seem thy pillow,
Doth amidst thy course arise
Difficulty's mountain;
Sweetest draught his love supplies
From the crimson fountain.
Dost thou wander weak and faint
Through life's desert lonely?
God regards the feeblest plaint,
He can aid thee only,
Without His all-seeing eye,
Not a sparrow falleth;
More He heeds the humble cry,
That for mercy calleth.
Through life's desert lonely?
God regards the feeblest plaint,
He can aid thee only,
Without His all-seeing eye,
Not a sparrow falleth;
More He heeds the humble cry,
That for mercy calleth.
Raise to God thy streaming eyes,
Contrite heart's petition—
Let no waves of doubt arise,
For thy sad condition.
Contrite heart's petition—
Let no waves of doubt arise,
For thy sad condition.
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