| Whose brightest dreams have fled
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| Whose hopes like summer roses,
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| Are withered crushed and dead
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| Though link by link be broken,
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| And tears unseen may fall
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| Look up amid thy sorrow,
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| To Him who knows it all
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| Thy Savior, Brother, Friend
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| Believe and trust His promise,
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| To keep you till the end
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| O watch and wait with patience,
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| And question all you will
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| His arms of love and mercy,
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| Are round about thee still
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| The storm will soon be o’er
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| And thou shall reach the haven,
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| Where sorrows are no more
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| Look up, be not discouraged;
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| Trust on, whate’er befall
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| Remember, O remember,
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| Thy Savior knows it all |