Sad soul, be strong! ere long, ere long,
Thy bur­dened pray­er shall end in song!
The day draws near, that day so dear;
Take cour­age, heart, ’twill soon be here.

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Oh, that sweet day, when Christ shall say,
Come, faith­ful one, away, away!
What glad sur­prise awaits our eyes
In that dear land of pa­ra­dise!

Wait on thy Lord! rest in His word,
He will all need­ful grace af­ford;
E’en while you pray, your long­ings may
Be stilled in hope of that sweet day.

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In ev­ery grief, ’twill give re­lief
To know, tho’ sharp, it must be brief;
In ev­ery care which thou must share,
This thought will help thee brave­ly bear.

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’Twill soon be o’er! no more, no more,
Shall thy sad heart sin’s work de­plore;
Let doubts all cease, and per­fect peace,
Shall an­ti­dote thy soul’s re­lease.

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