Jehovah is my sov’reign God,
He brings salvation nigh;
He treats us with His chast’ning rod,
And will until we die.

Dear Lord, I come, to Thee just now,
In pity hear, I pray;
In faith I now before Thee bow,
To hear what Thou dost say.

And when I hear Thy spirit say,
“Fear not, my weary child”;
I hold more firmly to His hand,
And trust Him with a smile.

When I shall lay my burdens down,
And leave this world behind;
I want to hear God’s trumpet sound,
Then Glory will be mine.

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