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balm for ev'ry wounded breast, 'Tis found a-lone in heav'n.

With in this earth-ly frame, Thro' all the world how

great art thou, How glorious is thy name.

How good are all his ways! Ye humble souls that

Now let Je-ho-vah be ador'd,On whom our hopes depend;

Let all the lands with shouts of joy,To God their voices raise,

I love to steal awhile away, From every cumb'ring care,