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Tears, though wept for others' sorrow,
Or the joy that flies to-morrow:
            Praise for all!

For the path made plain before thee,
For the dark cloud lined with glory:
            Praise for all!

For the sickness sent to chasten,
And the chariot home to hasten:
            Praise for all!

For the hope that waneth never,
For the rest beyond the river:
            Praise for all!

CONFLICT.

"Behold, God, our Shield, and look upon the face of Thine Anointed."—Psalm lxxxiv. 9.
"He knoweth the way that I take: when He hath tried me, I shall come forth as gold."—Job xxiii. 10.

 

Lord! my soul is burdened
 By a weight of care,
And my foot is taken
 In the fowler's snare;