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Be comforted, forgiv'n; make pathway for your God,
Valleys, rise; mountains, sink; His glory spread abroad.
Flesh, like grass, will wither; God's Word forever stands,
Behold, God comes with strength, to hold you in His hands.
He measures heaven and earth, He weighs every mountain,
Who can direct His Spirit, or wisdom give to Him?
Nations He sees as naught, to whom can He compare?
He's no man made statue, but straddles the world's sphere.
We're seen as grasshoppers; the cosmos is His tent,
He knows each star by name; His strength is never spent.
Those who wait upon Him, each weak and needy saint,
Shall rise with eagle's wings, and walking shall not faint.
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