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Hymn 143

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God liveth still:
Soul why takest thought of ill?
God is good and God's compassion
Never turns from earth away;
His protecting hand will fashion
Right from wrong, health from decay;
Though we see not how, from sorrow
Blessing shapes He for the morrow.
So my soul, think naught of ill:
God is living, living still

God liveth still:
Sould why fearest aught of ill?
Though thy cross be sore oppressing,
To thy God direct they way;
He will pour on thee His blessing,
To thy feet be staff and stay;
For His truth endureth ever,
His compassion faileth never;
So my soul, think naught of ill:
God is living, living still

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Last Updated on : Sunday, November 30, 2014