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HYMN.

[O how dimly walks the wisest]

O how dimly walks the wisest
On his journey to the grave,
Till Thou, Lamp of Souls, arisest,
Beaming over land and wave!
Blind and weak behold him wander,
Full of doubt and full of dread;
Till the dark is rent asunder,
And the gulf of light is spread.
Shadows were the gyves that bound him;
Now his soul is light in light;
Heav'n within him, Heav'n around him,
Pure, eternal, infinite.