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In the night his song shall be with me.
Psalm 42:8.
In the floods of tribulation,
While the billows o’er me roll,
Jesus whispers consolation,
And supports my sinking soul;
Sweet affliction!
Bringing Jesus to my soul.
2 In the darkest dispensations
Doth my faithful Lord appear,
With his richest consolations,
To reanimate and cheer.
Sweet affliction!
Thus to bring my Saviour near.
3 All I meet shall still befriend me
In my path to heavenly joy,
Where, though trials now attend me,
Trials never more annoy.
Sweet affliction!
Every promise gives me joy.
4 Wearing there a weight of glory,
Still the path I’ll ne’er forget;
But, exulting, cry, It led me
To my blesséd Saviour’s seat.
Sweet affliction!
Which has brought me to his feet.
Pearce.