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Hymn 32 by Isaac Watts
Strength from heaven.
Isa. 40:27-30.
Whence do our mournful thoughts arise? And where's our courage fled? Have restless sin and raging hell Struck all our comforts dead?
Have we forgot th' almighty name That formed the earth and sea? And can an all-creating arm Grow weary or decay?
Treasures of everlasting might In our Jehovah dwell; He gives the conquest to the weak And treads their foes to hell.
Mere mortal power shall fade and die, And youthful vigor cease: But we that wait upon the Lord Shall feel our strength increase.
The saints shall mount on eagles' wings, And taste the promised bliss, Till their unwearied feet arrive Where perfect pleasure is.
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