 | Poems of Charles Warren Stoddard . |  |
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TO THE UNSEEN
I know of One who is so true to me,
We may not parted be.
We may not parted be.
Though I have strayed on to the uttermost,
Yet is His voice not lost.
Yet is His voice not lost.
If I am madly-deaf, for having erred,
Still may I hear His word.
Still may I hear His word.
If I have sinned, behold a crimson flood—
The river of His blood,
The river of His blood,
Wherein I find redemption: tenderly
He wooes my fear away,
He wooes my fear away,
And searches out some star of hope above,
So boundless is His love.
So boundless is His love.
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Though I am weak, there is a hope of power:
He is my mighty tower.
He is my mighty tower.
Like as the sun that frights the gloom away,
He is my perfect day.
He is my perfect day.
E'en as the moon that is the charm of night,
He is my full delight.
He is my full delight.
His beauty lights a mansion in the sky—
Alas! and what am I?
Alas! and what am I?
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