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PSALM CXII.
OW blessed is he who loves the Lord,Whose hope and trust are in His word,
And who with joy and holy fear
Can feel his God is ever near!
His seed shall dwell on earth in peace;
And e'en when all his labours cease,
His earnest prayers and tears may shed
A blessing on his children's head.
And e'en when all his labours cease,
His earnest prayers and tears may shed
A blessing on his children's head.
That peace which makes the bosom glow,
That wealth the world can never know,
The hope of realms of endless day,
Shall bless and cheer His earthly way.
That wealth the world can never know,
The hope of realms of endless day,
Shall bless and cheer His earthly way.
And e'en when all around is gloom,
When every joy has found a tomb,
And not one ray of hope appears
To mark the dawn of brighter years;
When every joy has found a tomb,
And not one ray of hope appears
To mark the dawn of brighter years;
Yet still a beam of heavenly light
Can pierce the darkest shades of night,
And pour its radiance through the gloom,
To light the way-worn pilgrim home.
Can pierce the darkest shades of night,
And pour its radiance through the gloom,
To light the way-worn pilgrim home.
