Sad soul, be strong! ere long, ere long,
Thy burdened prayer shall end in song!
The day draws near, that day so dear;
Take courage, heart, ’twill soon be here.

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Oh, that sweet day, when Christ shall say,
Come, faithful one, away, away!
What glad surprise awaits our eyes
In that dear land of paradise!

Wait on thy Lord! rest in His word,
He will all needful grace afford;
E’en while you pray, your longings may
Be stilled in hope of that sweet day.

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In every grief, ’twill give relief
To know, tho’ sharp, it must be brief;
In every care which thou must share,
This thought will help thee bravely bear.

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’Twill soon be o’er! no more, no more,
Shall thy sad heart sin’s work deplore;
Let doubts all cease, and perfect peace,
Shall antidote thy soul’s release.

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