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Thou that wilt lift the reed
Which storms have bruis'd,
To Thee may Sorrow thro' each conflict cry,
And, in that tempest-hour when Love and Life
Mysteriously must part,
When tearful eyes
Are passionately bent
To drink Earth's last fond meaning from our gaze;
Then, then forsake us not!
Shed on our spirits then
The faith and deep submissiveness of Thine!
Thou that didst love,
Thou that didst weep and die;
Thou that didst rise, a victor glorified!
Conqueror! Thou Son of God!