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57
HYMN
[When our bitter foes surround us]
When our bitter foes surround us,
Father, be our stay!
When in chains our sins have bound us
And our follies have discrowned us,
Shine thou on our way!
Father, be our stay!
When in chains our sins have bound us
And our follies have discrowned us,
Shine thou on our way!
Starlike through the darkness gleaming,
Father, lift and save!
Strengthen us through youth's wild dreaming,
And when age's wan moon beaming
Slants upon our grave.
Father, lift and save!
Strengthen us through youth's wild dreaming,
And when age's wan moon beaming
Slants upon our grave.
When fierce passions would betray us,
Father, safeguard be!
Rose-crowned pleasures would delay us,
Cares and griefs of life would slay us,
Were it not for thee.
Father, safeguard be!
Rose-crowned pleasures would delay us,
Cares and griefs of life would slay us,
Were it not for thee.
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Though rich flowers fill all life's garden,
Thou art more than these.
Thou canst soothe and heal and pardon,
Soften the wild hearts that harden,
Bend the stubborn knees.
Thou art more than these.
Thou canst soothe and heal and pardon,
Soften the wild hearts that harden,
Bend the stubborn knees.
When our closest friends have failed us,
Thou canst hold us fast.
Friends who in life's morning hailed us
Now as foes have oft assailed us,
But thy love doth last!
Thou canst hold us fast.
Friends who in life's morning hailed us
Now as foes have oft assailed us,
But thy love doth last!
Lo! the grave's cold hands are taking
Mother, wife, or child.
What can dull the soul's lone aching,
Save man's maddened heart from breaking
In its anguish wild?
Mother, wife, or child.
What can dull the soul's lone aching,
Save man's maddened heart from breaking
In its anguish wild?
Nought can aid us then but knowing,
Father, that with thee
Our dead dear ones live in glowing
Tender new life, ever flowing
From thy Being's sea.
Father, that with thee
Our dead dear ones live in glowing
Tender new life, ever flowing
From thy Being's sea.
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We, alive, would trust thee ever,
Father, sweet and sure;
Knowing that no death can sever,—
Knowing that the grave parts never,—
In thy love secure.
Father, sweet and sure;
Knowing that no death can sever,—
Knowing that the grave parts never,—
In thy love secure.
November, 1881.
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