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HYMN IN SICKNESS.
March, 1836.
Father, thy gentle chastisement
Falls kindly on my burdened soul;
I see its merciful intent,
To warn me back to thy control;
And pray, that, while I kiss the rod,
I may find perfect peace with God.
Falls kindly on my burdened soul;
I see its merciful intent,
To warn me back to thy control;
And pray, that, while I kiss the rod,
I may find perfect peace with God.
The errors of my heart I know;
I feel my deep infirmities;
For, often, virtuous feelings glow,
And holy purposes arise,
But, like the morning clouds decay,
As empty, though as fair, as they.
I feel my deep infirmities;
For, often, virtuous feelings glow,
And holy purposes arise,
But, like the morning clouds decay,
As empty, though as fair, as they.
Forgive the weakness I deplore;
And let thy peace abound in me,
That I may trust my heart no more,
But wholly cast myself on thee.
O, let my Father's strength be mine,
And my devoted life be thine.
And let thy peace abound in me,
That I may trust my heart no more,
But wholly cast myself on thee.
O, let my Father's strength be mine,
And my devoted life be thine.
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