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| Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted in me? hope thou in God: for I shall yet praise Him for the help of His countenance. (Psa. 42:5) |
| I shall yet praise Him, who is the health of my countenance, and my God. (Psa. 42:11) |
| Patient, O heart, though heavy be thy sorrows! Be not cast down, disquieted in vain; Yet shalt thou praise Him when these darkened furrows, Where now He plougheth, wave with golden grain. |
| Naught shall affright us on Thy goodness leaning; Low in the heart faith singeth still her song; Chastened by pain, we learn life’s deepest meaning, And in our weakness Thou dost make us strong. |
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| Christians Daily Calendar Blog by Bible Truth Publishers |