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L. M.
The Lord is nigh to all that call on him.
Psalm 145:18.
When, in the hour of lonely woe,
I give my sorrows leave to flow,
And anxious fear and dark distrust
Weigh down my spirit to the dust;
2 When not e’en friendship’s gentle aid
Can heal the wounds the world has made,
O this shall check each rising sigh—
My Saviour is for ever nigh.
3 His counsels and upholding care
My safety and my comfort are:
And he shall guide me all my days,
Till glory crown the work of grace.
Conder.