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THE ANNUNCIATION.
THOU, to whose all-seeing eyeEarth's mysteries are clear,
Who bright as noontide canst descry
What we deem darkest here;
Make us in lowly faith rejoice,
With her, who on this day
First heard the angel's wondrous voice,
And heard but to obey.
For though on duty's narrow path
Dark clouds awhile may rest,
One light the weary spirit hath,
To feel, Thy way is best!
And say, "Whate'er betide, yet still
Behold Thy servant, Lord!
Be it to me, through good and ill,
According to Thy word."
Dark clouds awhile may rest,
One light the weary spirit hath,
To feel, Thy way is best!
And say, "Whate'er betide, yet still
Behold Thy servant, Lord!
Be it to me, through good and ill,
According to Thy word."
