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1 Consider all my sorrows, LORD,
And thy deliv'rance send;
My soul for thy salvation faints
When will my troubles end!
2 Yet I have found 'tis good for me
To bear my Father's rod;
Afflictions make me learn thy law,
And live upon my GOD.
3 This is the comfort I enjoy
When new distress begins,
I read thy word, I run thy way,
And hate my former sins.
4 Had not thy word been my delight
When earthly joys were fled,
My soul, opprest with sorrow's weight
Had sunk amongst the dead.
5 I know thy judgments, LORD, are right,
Tho' they may seem severe;
The sharpest suff'rings I endure
Flow from thy faithful care.
6 Before I knew thy chast'ning rod
My feet were apt to stray;
But now I learn to keep thy word,
Nor wander from thy way.
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First Line: | Consider all my sorrows, LORD |
Title: | Benefit of Afflictions, and Support under them |
Meter: | Common Metre |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1780 |
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