In my deepest despair
As my cisterns leak
Your grace fills up my heart
Your grace fills all my need
What love is this
None I can compare
Each day before me known
Each burden born You bare
Second-hand and unwanted
I find solace in Your letter
Where You have called me joy
And promised I am treasured
As change is sure and set to come
In no occasion my hope will sever
Of Your grace and love and promise
My psalm will be forever.
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