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Isaac Watts - Hymn 32
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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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