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Say why my Soul dost thou despair, Why sink o'erwhelm'd with anxious care? Will he who views from heav'n on high A Worm with a benignant Eye, Will he that Man alone should know The torments of perpetual woe? Oh no, my Soul, his balmy aid Like Lightning [[underline]] shall thy [[/underline]] wounds pervade. Thou sink'st my Soul by woes distrest By all the weight of greif opprest; But when the storm of light is o'er The gloomy clouds appear no more; Aurora then forsakes her bed The East with crimson's overspread; Perhaps to day a sweet relief May dissipate thy [[underline]] poignant [[/underline]] greif Thou must not then -- --- despair Thou must not sink o'erwhelm'd with care Th'Omniscient pow'r; - that God who knows The sadest anguish of thy woes
