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In Affliction

Eternal Beam of Light Divine, Fountain of unexhausted love, In whom the Father’s glories shine, Through earth beneath, and heaven above!

Jesu! the weary wanderer’s rest; Give me Thy easy yoke to bear, With steadfast patience arm my breast, With spotless love and lowly fear.

Thankful I take the cup from Thee, Prepared and mingled by Thy skill; Though bitter to the taste it be, Powerful the wounded soul to heal.

Be Thou, O Rock of Ages, nigh: So shall each murmuring thought be gone, And grief, and fear, and care shall fly, As clouds before the midday sun.

Speak to my warring passions, “Peace;” Say to my trembling heart, “Be still:” Thy power my strength and fortress is, For all things serve Thy sovereign will.

O Death, where is thy sting? where now Thy boasted victory, O Grave? Who shall contend with God; or who Can hurt whom God delights to save?