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STANZAS.
Christ is my star—the Light of God,
To man in mercy given,
To shine beside his wandering road,
Upon the path to Heaven.
To man in mercy given,
To shine beside his wandering road,
Upon the path to Heaven.
Christ is the Way—the Truth—the Life,
God's own and only Son,
Our shelter in a world of strife,
Till that gray world be done.
God's own and only Son,
Our shelter in a world of strife,
Till that gray world be done.
Christ is the Vine—whose ruddy stream
To warm our hearts is poured;
Whose quiet branches spread, and seem
The shadow of the Lord.
To warm our hearts is poured;
Whose quiet branches spread, and seem
The shadow of the Lord.
Christ is the Master—ever near,
With lessons soft and mild,
To him who will but kneel, and hear
Those lessons, like a child!
With lessons soft and mild,
To him who will but kneel, and hear
Those lessons, like a child!
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He asks the child's confiding heart,
The child's entreating tone,
And will to all Himself impart
Who lean on H'm alone.
The child's entreating tone,
And will to all Himself impart
Who lean on H'm alone.
What though our wasted years seem dark
With memories all of ill?
Christ's promise stands as stood the ark,
And braves the tempest still.
With memories all of ill?
Christ's promise stands as stood the ark,
And braves the tempest still.
It rides in triumph out and o'er
Life's wildest, stormiest sea;
And as He hushed the waves of yore,
Hushed shall our sorrow be.
Life's wildest, stormiest sea;
And as He hushed the waves of yore,
Hushed shall our sorrow be.
Turn straight to Him! for His the strength
That arms our shrinking prayer;
He leads to God Himself at length:
Pray—for our God is there!
That arms our shrinking prayer;
He leads to God Himself at length:
Pray—for our God is there!
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