When in the hours of lonely woe
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When in the hours of lonely woeI give my sorrow leave to flow,And anxious fear and dark distrustWeigh down my spirits to the dust;
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When not e'en friendship's gentle aidCan heal the wounds the world has made,O this shall check each rising sigh,That Jesus is forever nigh.
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His counsels and upholding careMy safety and my comfort are,And he shall guide me all my days,Till glory crown the work of grace.
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Jesus, in whom but thee aboveCan I repose my trust, my love?And shall an earthly object beLoved in comparison with thee?