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N the day of thy sore distress, When the billows break over thee ; When the greater woe drowns the less, — The Lord hear thee ! In the time of thy famine and night, When thy trouble shall weary thee ; When the darkness shall conquer the light, — The Lord hear thee ! When the bow in thy hands shall hang faint, And the archers encompass thee ; When thy weakness shall utter its plaint, — The Lord hear thee !