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In the dark and cloudy day,
When earth’s riches flee away,
And the last hope will not stay,
Saviour, comfort me!
When the secret idol’s gone
That my poor heart yearned upon—
Desolate, bereft, alone,
Saviour, comfort me!
Thou, who wast so sorely tried,
In the darkness crucified,
Bid me in thy love confide!
Saviour, comfort me!
Comfort me; I am cast down;
‘Tis my heavenly Father's frown;
I deserve it all, I own:
Saviour, comfort me!
So it shall be good for me
Much afflicted now to be,
If thou wilt but tenderly,
Saviour, comfort me!
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7 7 7 5
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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ZETA
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7 7 7 5
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