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GOD OUR FATHER.
Is there a lone and dreary hour
When wordly pleasures lost their power?—
My Father! let me turn to thee,
And set each thought of darkness free.
When wordly pleasures lost their power?—
My Father! let me turn to thee,
And set each thought of darkness free.
Is there a time of racking grief,
Which scorns the prospect of relief?—
My Father! break the cheerless gloom
And bid my heart its calm resume.
Which scorns the prospect of relief?—
My Father! break the cheerless gloom
And bid my heart its calm resume.
Is there an hour of perce and joy,
When hope is all my soul's employ?—
My Father! still my hopes will roam,
Until they rest with Thee their home.
When hope is all my soul's employ?—
My Father! still my hopes will roam,
Until they rest with Thee their home.
The noon-tide blaze, the midnight scene,
The dawn or twilight's sweet serene,
The glow of life, the dying hour,
Shall own my Father's grace and power.
The dawn or twilight's sweet serene,
The glow of life, the dying hour,
Shall own my Father's grace and power.
Charleston, S. C. 1821.
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