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| 92a Dreary and dark our way Throughout the evil day, Wrongs we deplore; But whom Thou lovest well, Thy chosenIsrael, Glad in Thy light shall dwell,Light evermore! Sorrows our souls distress, Anguish and bitterness, Our cup runs o'er; Yet by Thy sacred page Thou dost our grief assuage, Ours in the coming age, Joy evermore! 0! Thou art far above Dearest of human love, Thee we adore; Comfort our hearts and bless Us, in our loneliness; Thy love is fathomless,Love evermore! Sleep we death's dreamless sleep? Thou wilt Thine Israel keep, To life restore! Wait we Thy coming, Lord, Arm'd with the Spirit's sword? Ours, then, the rich reward,Life evermore! |
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