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Such precious balm of comfort to my heart,
(my heart)
That casting off despair in hope to live,
(hope to live)
I may find help at length to ease my smart.
(to ease my smart)
So shall you add such courage to my love,
(my love)
That fortune false my faith shall not remove.
(shall not remove)