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"Is it well with thee Child?
Is it well".

God took Thee in His mercy
A lamb untasked, untried
He fought the fight for thee
He gained the victory 
And thou art sanctified

The sick soul lieth weary
In the worlds soft unrest, 
With clouds of care & sorrow
And weight of sin oppressed. 
Out of the night he crieth,  
Out of the narrow room:  
O Saviour, gentle Saviour!
Wilt Thou not pierce the gloom?  

Set for the hearts that love Thee
Thy tokens up above
The white rays of redemption,
And the red fire of love.
Out of the gloom we call Thee,
Out of our helpless night;
Sun of the world, sweet Saviour!
Show us Thy perfect light. 


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