Littell's Living Age/Volume 140/Issue 1808/Lead them Home

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Lord, we can trust thee for our holy dead,
They, underneath the shadow of thy tomb,
Have entered into peace: with bended head,
We thank thee for their rest, and for our lightened gloom.

But, Lord, our living — who, on stormy seas
Of sin and sorrow, still are tempest-tossed!
Our dead have reached their haven, but for these —
Teach us to trust thee, Lord, for these, our loved and lost!

For these we make our passion-prayer by night;
For these we cry to thee through the long day.
We see them not, O keep them in thy sight;
From them and us, be thou not very far away.

And if not home to us, yet lead them home
To where thou standest at the heavenly gate;
That so, from thee they shall not farther roam;
And grant us patient hearts thy gatheringtime to wait.

Sunday Magazine.H. Macdowall.