Let sorrows and temptations come galore;
I'll be a victor in the end, I know;
Give me the grace to bear them God, some more;
Thou art the ev’r-green tree; And I, a bough!
When despair hits me hard like fierce a wind;
Let me swing up and down but never break;
0 bring my ha1ycyon days sooner and end,
My sufferings, O God; me stronger make.
When no more sufferings I can more take,
Give me more tolerance, rejuvenate;
O let me God do all this for Thy sake;
I don't believe in something all call Fate.
And when I must be gone from earth one day,
0 let me walk and run in Heaven's way!
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