Quote - But, oh, when gloomy doubts prevail,i fear to call thee mine;the springs of comfort seem to fail,and all my hopes decline.yet, gracious god, where shall i flee?thou art my only trust;and still my soul would cleave to thee,though prostrate in the dust. Help
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But, oh, when gloomy doubts prevail,I fear to call thee mine;The springs of comfort seem to fail,And all my hopes decline.Yet, gracious God, where shall I flee?Thou art my only trust;And still my soul would cleave to thee,Though prostrate in the dust.
