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FAITH. (1844.)
I thought, if I could go and stand
Beside our dear one's grave in Faith,
And lift the voice, and stretch the hand,
And call on Him who conquered Death;
Beside our dear one's grave in Faith,
And lift the voice, and stretch the hand,
And call on Him who conquered Death;
And then in my reliance deep,
Bid the new-buried corpse come forth,—
The call of Faith would break that sleep,
And animate that lifeless earth.
Bid the new-buried corpse come forth,—
The call of Faith would break that sleep,
And animate that lifeless earth.
But while I pondered thus, within
A gentle voice reminded me
That I was weak, and soiled with sin,—
That Faith must strong and holy be.
A gentle voice reminded me
That I was weak, and soiled with sin,—
That Faith must strong and holy be.
“Raise up the deadness of thy soul,
Be pure, and watch, and fast, and pray;
Then mayst thou bid the sick be whole,
Then shall the dead thy voice obey.”
Be pure, and watch, and fast, and pray;
Then mayst thou bid the sick be whole,
Then shall the dead thy voice obey.”
Lord God the Spirit? purify
My thoughts,—bind fast my life to Thee;
So shall I meet my babe on high,
Though he may not return to me.
My thoughts,—bind fast my life to Thee;
So shall I meet my babe on high,
Though he may not return to me.
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