I look to thee in every need,
And never look in vain;
I feel thy touch, Eternal Love!
And all is well again.
The thought of thee is mightier far
Than sin and pain and sorrow are.
Embosomed deep in thy dear love,
Held in thy law, I stand;
Thy hand in all things I behold,
And all things in thy hand;
Thou leadest me by unsought ways,
And turn'st my mourning into praise.
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