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How sweet the names my heavenly Father bears!
‘God of all comfort!’ O, the soothing sound!
‘Father of mercies!’ Yes! I’ll dry my tears,
And go where comfort—mercy—can be found.
What though my love lies cold beneath the ground?
’Tis but his mortal part. His deathless soul
Lives and rejoices where pure joys abound;
He ran his race, and reach’d th’ immortal goal,
And ne’er shall sorrow more, while countless ages roll.