Favor With God
When we mourn He gives us comfort,
For disgrace he grants us joy,
He gives us the oil of gladness for ashes,
When in despair, He grants us the garment of praise
He will deliver prisioners from darkness,
And the fools from blindness,
Because He loves the whole world,
He heals us from the disease of the soul
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