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poems.
Though time's sad trophies we behold,
And Faith grows dim, and Hope is cold?—
And Faith grows dim, and Hope is cold?—
A day shall burst upon our sight,
Gemmed with the rays of heavenly light;
And gloom before those beams shall flee,
Whose fountain is eternity.
Gemmed with the rays of heavenly light;
And gloom before those beams shall flee,
Whose fountain is eternity.
"THEN SHALL THE DUST RETURN TO THE EARTH AS IT WAS, AND THE SPIRIT SHALL RETURN TO GOD WHO GAVE IT."
Thanks for the promise given!
Low at Thy throne, Eternal One! we bend,
And with our gushing tears our praise would blend.
To Thee, the High in heaven,
In humble confidence our souls we raise:
Thine be our grateful prayer, our solemn praise.
Low at Thy throne, Eternal One! we bend,
And with our gushing tears our praise would blend.
To Thee, the High in heaven,
In humble confidence our souls we raise:
Thine be our grateful prayer, our solemn praise.
Father! the flesh is weak
To bear the burden of Thy chastening hand.
Who in Thy presence, Mighty One! can stand?
Speak, Gracious Father! speak!
Let love's low-breathing tones our anguish heal:
Thine arm, omnipotent to bless, reveal.
To bear the burden of Thy chastening hand.
Who in Thy presence, Mighty One! can stand?
Speak, Gracious Father! speak!
Let love's low-breathing tones our anguish heal:
Thine arm, omnipotent to bless, reveal.
