APPREHENSION.
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And then I slept, the sleep of fear,
And waked in sad bewilderment;
The day, the dreaded day, was here
What trial would be sent?
And waked in sad bewilderment;
The day, the dreaded day, was here
What trial would be sent?
Up to the zenith rose the sun,
And now I watch its bright decline;
The hours have passed me one by one;
No added griefs are mine!
And now I watch its bright decline;
The hours have passed me one by one;
No added griefs are mine!
Still must I feel the piercing sword
Of what hath been or yet may be;
But from that nameless terror, Lord,
At least I am set free.
Of what hath been or yet may be;
But from that nameless terror, Lord,
At least I am set free.
And slowly, slowly, yet how sure,
Returns the restful consciousness
That in Thy care I am secure,
And chastening, Thou dost bless.
Returns the restful consciousness
That in Thy care I am secure,
And chastening, Thou dost bless.
Not more than I can bear I know
Thou, dearest Lord, on me wilt lay,
And I can learn of Thee to go
Unfearing on my way.
Thou, dearest Lord, on me wilt lay,
And I can learn of Thee to go
Unfearing on my way.
