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“Until I learned to trust, I never learned to pray; And I did not learn to fully trust Till sorrows came my way. Until I felt my weakness, His strength I never knew; Nor dreamed 'till I was stricken, That He would see me through. Who deepest drinks of sorrow, Drinks deepest too of grace; He sends the storm so He Himself Can be our hiding place. His heart, that seeks our highest good, Knows well when things annoy; We would not long for heaven If earth held only joy.”