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SUPPLICATION.
373 C. M.
Refuge in God the saints’ privilege.
1 FA EAR refuge of my weary soul,
L-' On thee, when sorrows rise,
On thee when waves of trouble roll,
My fainting hope relies.
2 To thee I tell each rising grief,
For thou alone canst heal;
Thy word can bring a sweet relief
For every pain I feel.
3 Hast thou not bid me seek thy face?
And shall I seek in vain ?
And can the ear of sovereign grace
Be deaf when I complain ?
4 No ! still the ear of sovereign grace
Attends the mourner’s prayer;
0 may I ever find access
To breath my sorrows there !
5 Thy mercy-seat is open still;
Here let my soul retreat;
With humble hope attend thy will,
And wait beneath thy feet.
374 C. M.
Remember me.
1 fA THOU from whom all goodness flows,
'o' I lift my heart to thee ;
In all my sorrows, conflicts, woes,
Dear Lord, remember me.
2 Whene’er on my poor burdened heart
My sins lie heavily ;
My pardon speak, new peace impart,
In love remember me.
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