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Mortal, if this earthly sorrow,
Loss and anguish crush thy heart,
If thy friends forsake and hate thee;
If thy children break thy heart,
If no wish of thine should prosper—
Find fulfillment in this life;
And the good you planned and strove for
Die unknown in the strife,
Still I bid thee hope and suffer,
Hope in God, and leave thy care—
He will lay no more upon thee
Than He gives thee strength to bear.
So, poor heart, new courage taking,
Let what will, with thee betide,
Knowing that thy God is mighty,
And Thy Father by thy side.