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I know that from the depths of sin,
 The uttermost abyss of woe,
Thine arm my trembling soul shall win,
 Thy piercing eyes thy child shall know.
 Though mortal love forget to flow—
Though mortal faith grow cold and die—
Thy love is called eternity,
 Thy truth is morning's orient glow,
 And wide as space shall ever grow.

Come, prince of darkness, with thy bands!
 Their leaguered host a child defies,
For He who holds me in his hands
 Shall like a stern avenger rise,
 And turn on thee those heavenly eyes
That tears of pity shed for me;
But burn with judgment over thee
 And those who dare his love despise,—
 Then stoop and bear me to the skies.