The Storms of Life.

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BY SAM LAW.


The oak strikes deeper as his boughs
By furious blasts are driven;

So life's vicissitudes the more
Have fixed my heart in heaven.

All gracious Lord, whate'er my lot
In other times may be,

I'll welcome still the heaviest grief
That brings me near to Thee.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           

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