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FRIEND OF THE FRIENDLESS.
Friend of the friendless! Oh! to thee,
With bleeding heart I turn;
Thy sunny world is dark to me,
And evermore I mourn;
The friends I loved—oh! where are they?
Dead, faithless, cold, or far away;—
But Thou art kind, and ever near,
To soothe the sigh and dry the tear.
With bleeding heart I turn;
Thy sunny world is dark to me,
And evermore I mourn;
The friends I loved—oh! where are they?
Dead, faithless, cold, or far away;—
But Thou art kind, and ever near,
To soothe the sigh and dry the tear.
Hope of the hopeless! see the last
Of my fond hopes is gone;
A thousand brilliant dreams were past
And this remained alone!
Deep in my secret soul it lay,
My dream by night, my bliss by day;
'Tis broken;—oh! 'twas vanity!
Eternal Hope! I fly to thee.
Of my fond hopes is gone;
A thousand brilliant dreams were past
And this remained alone!
Deep in my secret soul it lay,
My dream by night, my bliss by day;
'Tis broken;—oh! 'twas vanity!
Eternal Hope! I fly to thee.
Joy of the joyless! see how low
My full-blown joys are laid;
Where are the precious idols now
That my fond heart had made?
See how it bleeds, yet madly clings
Around the dear but ruined things;
Help me to cast them from thy throne,
And kneel and worship Thee alone.
My full-blown joys are laid;
Where are the precious idols now
That my fond heart had made?
See how it bleeds, yet madly clings
Around the dear but ruined things;
Help me to cast them from thy throne,
And kneel and worship Thee alone.
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