When I can trust my all with God
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When I can trust my all with GodIn trial's fearful hour,I'll bow, resigned, beneath his rod,And bless his saving power.
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O, to be brought to Jesus' feet,Though sorrows fix me there,Is still a privilege most sweet,For he will hear my prayer.
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Then blessed be the hand that gave,Still blessed when it takes;Blessed be He who smites to save,Who heals the heart he breaks.