Calmer of the Troubled Heart

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Calmer of the troubled heart,
Bid my unbelief depart,
Speak, and all my sorrows cease,
Speak, and all my soul is peace;
Comfort me, whene’er I mourn,
With the hope of thy return,
And till I thy glory see,
Bid me still believe in thee.