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| 54 WHY pour'st thou forth thine anxious plaint, Despairing of relief, As if the Lord o'er looked thy cause, And did not heed thy grief? Hast thou not known, hast thou not heard, That firm remains on high, The everlasting throne of Him, Who formed the earth and sky ? Art thou afraid His pow'rs shall fail When comes thine evil day And that an allcreating arm Shall weary or decay ? SUPREME IN WISDOM AS IN POW'R THE ROCK OF AGES STANDS; THOUGH HIM THOU CANST NOT SEE, NOR TRACE THE WORKING OF HIS HANDS. |
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