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You, O Lord, in tender love, bear all my burdens.Lift my heart to things above, and fix it ever there.Calm on the wheel of tumult I sit, among busy multitudes alone, sweetly waiting at your feet, till all your will is done.
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Thou, O Lord, in tender love Dost all my burdens bear; Lift my heart to things above, And fix it ever there. Calm on tumult’s wheel I sit; Midst busy multitudes alone, Sweetly waiting at thy feet, Till all thy will be done.