It is of the Lords' mercies that we are not consumed of heart.
Do hide our sorrows, under Thy wing and from us do not part.
We know there is a time to weep, and a time to laugh, 'O my soul.
A time to mourn, and a time to dance, Lord, Thou art our goal.

Do not, depart from us, Lord, lest, how shall we ever live in peace?
As, evil abounds with a force, too mighty to bear, without a cease.
Hide all our sorrows, under Thy wings, and cast the evil away ...
That we may be able to dwell, in Thy love forever, in that day.

There is a time to love, we know and a time to hate, to our dismay.
A time to get, and a time to lose, a time to keep, and a time to cast away.
A time to rend, and a time to sew, to be silent, and a time to speak.
'O hide our sorrows, under Thy wing, sweet, Lord, help us to be meek.

Thou hath seen our travail, dear Lord ... Give us your blessings today . . .
Let Thy mercies be upon our hearts, as we travel the long, hard way
There is a time of war, and a time of peace ... sometimes we sing.
Especially, sweet Lord, when you hide our sorrows under Thy wing.

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