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CLOUDS and darkness round about Thee For a season veil Thy face, Still I trust, and cannot doubt Thee, Jesus full of truth and grace; Resting on Thy words I stand, None shall pluck me from Thy hand. |
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2 | O rebuke me not in anger! Suffer not my faith to fail! Let not pain, temptation, langour, O’er my struggling heart prevail! Holding fast Thy Word I stand, None shall pluck me from Thy hand. |
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3 | In my heart Thy words I cherish, Though unseen Thou still art near; Since Thy sheep shall never perish, Why should I succumb to fear? Trusting in Thy Word I stand, None shall pluck me from Thy hand. |
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Charlotte Elliott, 1789-1871 |