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C. M.

Benefit of afflictions, and support under them.

ver. 153,81,82

ver. 71

ver. 50

ver. 92

ver. 75


ver. 67

Consider all my sorrows, Lord,

And thy deliv'rance send;

My soul for thy salvation faints

When will my troubles end?

Yet I have found 'tis good for me

To bear my Father's rod;

Afflictions make me learn thy law,

And live upon my God.

This is the comfort I enjoy

When new distress begins-

I read thy word, I run thy way,

And hate my former sins.

Had not thy word been my delight

When earthly joys were fled,

My soul, oppressed with sorrow's weight

Had sunk amongst the dead.

I know thy judgments, Lord, are right,

Though they may seem severe;

The sharpest suff'rings I endure

Flow from thy faithful care.

Before I knew thy chast'ning rod

My feet were apt to stray;

But now I learn to keep thy word,

Nor wander from thy way.

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