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every transgression, that they may be remembered no more.

Stormy skies + rugged waves, which are so often our unclear in this life, are unclear sent for our unclear good. Were it not for these seasons of unclear, God would not be, as He is, "a refuge from the storm," neither would our faith in HIm be, as it is, a strong unclear to our faltering unclear.

Tears, like crystal drops, are often shed at the secret alter of the heart in most tender emotions. Flowing in joy they are sweet indeed; but flowing in grief, they are sweeter still, if one can unclear with them unclear - "They will be done."