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CONSOLATION. My
heart was heavy-laden, sore distress!ld, And on my mind dark sorrow closely pressed, An icy hand my very soul did clasp. In vain, I looked around for firiendly grasp; All desolation.
My God! My God! Dost Thou behold my plight? Wilt Thou not wake my soul from this dark night? Ah! Leave me not in this sad state of woe, In pity give my poor heart some to know or consolation.
I know, sweet Lord, my spirit needs thy rod, The vilest, am I , purcha~ed by Thy blood. But, Savior sweet, once more bear my poor · prayer, One smile, dear Lord, and I will try to bear My desolation.
Oh! Heartofmin~ , wbydostthou beatsofl:ist? Wilt then, kind Heaven, hear my prayer at last? Behold thy Savior banging there on high He speaks to thee. Ob! Haste, my soul, draw :o.igh For consolation. Can'st thou not suffer, child, awhile with Me? Or would'st thou have Me suffer more for thee? My heart is opened, put thy griefs in there; Though over-come with sorrow, yet I'll bear Thy de~olation .
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Ob! Sinful heart, and what is this I hear? A dying God would all my sorrows bear. Sweet Jesus, pardon, pardon my weak heart And let me suffer with Thee, tor Thou art My consola t ion. I took my cross and there, at Jesus' feet, Found peaceful rest, for Oh! His yoke was sweet. Then help me, Heaven, always bear in mind, To1>ear my cross with Jesus, and I'll find Sweet consolation. - J. B . N. I
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