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XLI. “BE OF GOOD CHEER.”
“Be of good cheer”—though waves run high,
And midnight darkness veils the sky;
Although the wind roars in their ear,
And every heart is bowed with fear,
While death itself seems hovering nigh.
And midnight darkness veils the sky;
Although the wind roars in their ear,
And every heart is bowed with fear,
While death itself seems hovering nigh.
What sudden glory fills their eye?
What gracious Form do they descry?
What soothing voice is that they hear—
“Be of good cheer”?
What gracious Form do they descry?
What soothing voice is that they hear—
“Be of good cheer”?
O sweet and glorious “It is I!”
Still able, when we sink or sigh,
Our sorrow-clouded sky to clear,
And make our doubts to disappear,
Bidding us, when for help we cry,
“Be of good cheer.”
Still able, when we sink or sigh,
Our sorrow-clouded sky to clear,
And make our doubts to disappear,
Bidding us, when for help we cry,
“Be of good cheer.”
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