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Yet 'mid the crowd they rise,
And smile, as angel-guests would smile,
With gentle, earnest eyes.
And smile, as angel-guests would smile,
With gentle, earnest eyes.
Thou hast been blest, if never bent
Thy head in anguish low
To hide the trembling lip, the tear
One word hath caused to flow;
Striving in vain to mask the pain
Veiled by thy silent pride,
While faintly smiled the blanching lip
That strove the pang to hide.
Thy head in anguish low
To hide the trembling lip, the tear
One word hath caused to flow;
Striving in vain to mask the pain
Veiled by thy silent pride,
While faintly smiled the blanching lip
That strove the pang to hide.
But oh! more blest if memory bring
No record from the past,
When careless word or glance of thine
A withering shadow cast;
If no loved one hath sorrowing wept,
When through the quivering soul
Thy bitter words went echoing
Like thunder's sullen roll.
No record from the past,
When careless word or glance of thine
A withering shadow cast;
If no loved one hath sorrowing wept,
When through the quivering soul
Thy bitter words went echoing
Like thunder's sullen roll.
God's high and holy dwelling-place
Those words went floating by,
And still the echo wanders on
Throughout eternity;
And in the silence of the heart
Their whisper still is heard:
Jesus, with thy precious blood
Blot out the idle word.
Those words went floating by,
And still the echo wanders on
Throughout eternity;
And in the silence of the heart
Their whisper still is heard:
Jesus, with thy precious blood
Blot out the idle word.
