The God of love will sure indulge
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The God of love will sure indulgeThe flowing tear, the heaving sigh,When death inflicts his fatal wound,When tender friends and kindred die.
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Yet not one anxious, murmuring thoughtShould with our mourning passions blend,Nor would our bleeding hearts forgetThe almighty, ever-living Friend.
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Beneath a numerous train of illsOur feeble flesh and heart may fail;Yet shall our hope in thee, our God,O'er every gloomy fear prevail.
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Our Father, God! to thee we look,Our Rock, our Portion, and our Friend;And on thy covenant love and truth,Our sinking souls shall still depend.