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Encompassed with clouds of distress, Just ready all hope to resign, I pant for the light of Thy face, And fear it will never be mine; Disheartened with waiting so long, I sink at Thy feet with my load; All plaintive I pour out my song, And stretch forth my hands unto God. Shine, Lord, and my terror shall cease; The blood of atonement apply; And lead me to Jesus for peace, The Rock that is higher than I; Speak, Savior, for sweet is Thy voice, Thy presence is fair to behold; Attend to my sorrows and cries, My groanings that cannot be told. If sometimes I strive as I mourn, My hold of Thy promise to keep, The billows more fiercely return, And plunge me again in the deep; Harassed and cast out from Thy sight, The tempter suggests with a roar, "The Lord has forsaken thee quite; Thy God will be gracious no more." Yet, Lord, if Thy love hath designed No covenant blessing for me, Ah, tell me, how is it I find Some pleasure in waiting for Thee? Almighty to rescue Thou art; Thy grace is my only resource: If e’er Thou art Lord of my heart, Thy Spirit must take it by force.
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