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Habakkuk

Away my unbelieving fear.
Fear chall no more in me have place
My Savior doth not yet appear
He hides the birghtness of his face

But shall I therefore let him go
And barely to the tempter yield?
NO! in the strength of Jesus, NO!
I never will give up my shield.

Altho' the vine its fruit deny
Altho' the Olive yield no oil
The with'ring fig-tree droop & die
The field illude the tiller's toil

The empty stall no herd afford
And perish all the bleating race
Yet will I triumph in the Lord
The God of my slavation praise.