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CONSOLATION.
Yet is there comfort in the fields if we walk in them with Thee,
Who saidest, "Come, ye burdened ones, ye weary, unto Me."
Who saidest, "Come, ye burdened ones, ye weary, unto Me."
Yet is there comfort, not in Pride that spends its strength in vain,
But in casting all our care on Thee—on Thee who wilt sustain;
Not in dull Patience, saying, "This I bear, for it must be,"
But in knowing that howe'er Grief comes, it comes to us from Thee!
But in casting all our care on Thee—on Thee who wilt sustain;
Not in dull Patience, saying, "This I bear, for it must be,"
But in knowing that howe'er Grief comes, it comes to us from Thee!
Thou, Lord! who teachest how to pray, teach us how to grieve!
For Thou hast learned the task we find so hard, yet may not leave;
For Thou hast grown acquaint with Grief—Thou knowest what we feel,
Thou smitest and Thou bindest up, we look to Thee to heal!
For Thou hast learned the task we find so hard, yet may not leave;
For Thou hast grown acquaint with Grief—Thou knowest what we feel,
Thou smitest and Thou bindest up, we look to Thee to heal!
