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1 O Fount of truth and mercy,
Thy promise cannot fail;
What Thou hast said must ever
In heaven and earth prevail;
"Call upon me in trouble,
And I will help afford."
Yea, to my latest moment,
I'll call upon Thee, Lord.
2 What comfort in affliction
To rest upon Thy grace,
And in Thy wise direction
My fainting heart to place!
When Thou, O Lord, didst teach me
In Thine own Name to pray,
Thou to my hope affordedst
A refuge and a stay.
3 The yearnings of my bosom
Thou hearest, Lord, I know;
What to my weal pertaineth
I know Thou wilt bestow.
In times of deepest anguish
Thy helping hand is near:
And on Thy loving bosom
My sorrows Thou wilt bear.
4 And to this blest assurance
I'll cling for evermore;
And never shall I weary
A Father to implore.
Depart, despair and anguish,
That oft my soul oppress;
I'll cling unto my Saviour
Till He my soul shall bless.
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First Line: | O Fount of truth and mercy |
Title: | O Fount of truth and mercy |
Publication Date: | 1909 |
Topic: | The Christian Graces; Faith: Peace |
Notes: | Author from index: Nystrom |