(Divine comfort and assurance.)
Wearily I call to him in prayer
His presence is manifested.
…His hand ‘pon my shoulder.
My soul is quickened.
With tears of joy,
My heart palpitates.
And through quivering lips,
I render praises to him.
Assurance overwhelms.
My heart is strengthened,
And, in him, I am comforted.
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