1 Hear, gracious God, my humble moan,
To Thee I breathe my sigh:
When will the mournful night be gone?
When shall my joys arise?

2 Yet though my soul in darkness mourns,
Thy promise is my stay;
Here would I rest till light returns,
Thy presence makes my day.

3 Come, Lord, and with celestial peace,
Relieve my aching heart;
Oh smile, and bid my sorrows cease,
And all their gloom depart.

4 Then shall my drooping spirit rise,
And bless Thy healing rays,
And change these deep complaining sighs
For songs of sacred praise.

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Blessy Christlin


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