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The Priest
Grant me forever of thy word to hear,And live by that which ever speaks from heaven;
That gives the love that knows not of a fear,
For by the gift is every sin forgiven;
Then shall I be, by him who leads me on,
A priest to still the people's wave-tost breast;
And when the storm of passion's wrath is gone
Conduct them to the haven of their rest;
Then shall my master hail me as his friend;
The friend of all the weary ones and poor,
And when I faint, his promised peace shall send;
In every wound pour oil and wine to cure;
Still beckoning on, till in his Father's peace
He bids my toil and pain forever cease.
Poem No. 153; late 1838–early 1839
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