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The Father
Thou who first called me from the sleep of death,Thee may I ever as my Father love;
In Thee my being find, in Thee my breath,
And never from Thyself again remove;
On Thee alone I wait, and Thee I serve;
Thou art my morn, my noon, and evening hour;
May I from thy commandments never swerve,
So wilt Thou be to me a heavenly dower;
Friends, brothers, wife, shall all be found in Thee,
Children, whose love for me shall ne'er grow cold;
And Thou the Father still o'er all shall be,
In thine embrace thy children ever hold;
In Christ awoke from death's forgotten sleep
Thy hands from harm thy sons shall ever keep.
Poem No. 700; late 1838–early 1839
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