TO AFFLICTION.
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Come, then, come! affliction sore!
I will welcome thee once more;
In the heart of pleasure, mine
Found a heavier chain than thine;
Wounding with a poisoned dart,
Thou dost soften every heart,
Leading us above,
To the pleasure found alone
For the suppliant at His throne,
In God's smile of love!
I will welcome thee once more;
In the heart of pleasure, mine
Found a heavier chain than thine;
Wounding with a poisoned dart,
Thou dost soften every heart,
Leading us above,
To the pleasure found alone
For the suppliant at His throne,
In God's smile of love!
