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AWAY, distrustful care! I have Thy promise, Lord: To banish all despair I have Thy pledge and word; And therefore I Shall see Thy face, And then Thy grace I’ll magnify. |
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2 | Though sin would make me doubt, And fill my soul with fears, Though God seem to shut out My daily cries and tears: Yet I shall rest Upon the word Of Thee, my God, That I am blest! |
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3 | With Thy triumphant flock I soon shall numbered be; Built on the eternal Rock, His glory I shall see; The heavens so high With praise shall ring, And all shall sing In harmony. |
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4 | The sun is but a spark From the eternal Light! Its brightest beams are dark To Thy most glorious sight! There the great choir With one accord Shall praise the Lord For evermore! |
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Richard Baxter, 1615-91 |