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Farewell, farewell! I go, I go;
We will not meet again below,
My only love;
But when thy pilgrimage is past,
Shall we not, dearest, meet at last
In heaven above?
We will not meet again below,
My only love;
But when thy pilgrimage is past,
Shall we not, dearest, meet at last
In heaven above?
LINES WRITTEN ON RECOVERING FROM SICKNESS.
To Thee, oh God, I raise the prayer
Of gratitude and love,
Who bore me up when dark despair
O'ershadowed all above.
Of gratitude and love,
Who bore me up when dark despair
O'ershadowed all above.
To Thee alone I give the praise
For my returning strength;
Oh, lead me henceforth in thy ways,
And to thy heaven at length.
For my returning strength;
Oh, lead me henceforth in thy ways,
And to thy heaven at length.
Oh, break the chain of binding sin
That keeps me from thy love;
And cleanse me from my guilt within,
And place each hope above.
That keeps me from thy love;
And cleanse me from my guilt within,
And place each hope above.
Permit the light of heavenly grace
To guard me lest I stray;
While through this lovely earth I trace
My solitary way.
To guard me lest I stray;
While through this lovely earth I trace
My solitary way.
