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Will fill thy heart, and in his mercy love thee,
And on thy weakness bend a pitying eye,
And in thy need draw nigh.
And on thy weakness bend a pitying eye,
And in thy need draw nigh.
And now, farewell! the early morn will wake thee
Unto a fearful sight, thy mother, child,
Dead in a forest-wild;
And sudden sorrow, like a storm will shake thee,
But God will still the tempest in thy breast—
A blessing on thee rest!
Unto a fearful sight, thy mother, child,
Dead in a forest-wild;
And sudden sorrow, like a storm will shake thee,
But God will still the tempest in thy breast—
A blessing on thee rest!
