Dear refuge of my weary soul, On thee when sorrow rise; On thee, when waves of trouble roll, My fainting hope relies. While hope revives, though pressed with fears, And I can say, “My God,” Beneath thy feet I spread my cares, And pour my woes abroad. To thee I tell each rising grief, For… Continue Reading
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