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Is there no refuge in the grave for me,
Where now my flower of peace so faded lies?
Be still, my heart, the hand of Mercy see,
For 'tis thy God requires the sacrifice.
Where now my flower of peace so faded lies?
Be still, my heart, the hand of Mercy see,
For 'tis thy God requires the sacrifice.
Blessings thou dost not merit still are thine,
And shall not he who gave recal again?
Then cease thy fears and doubts, nor dare repine;
He who inflicts the wound can ease the pain.
And shall not he who gave recal again?
Then cease thy fears and doubts, nor dare repine;
He who inflicts the wound can ease the pain.
