If Grace would shine its blessed light on me
And all the treasures from my soul expose
Then trial and tribulation would not be
A source of sorrow but of sweet repose.
And joy eternal to my calming heart
Whose yieldings to the mercies from above
Would drive out apprehension and impart
The victory in life decreed by Love
But Grace and Love and Mercy do abound
To reach the furthest corners of my soul.
I have the promise of the solid ground
To which I stand, endure and am made whole.
Let hope prevail, and darkness turn to light.
To run the race and do away with night.
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