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THE CRY OF THE DOUBTER.
I would believe; O God! have I not striven,
Wrestling doubt down!—is it not known to thee
With what a grief from out my soul was driven
The faith love taught me at my mother's knee?
Oh, that my soul might yet again receive
It's childhood's calm!—Lord! that I might believe!
Wrestling doubt down!—is it not known to thee
With what a grief from out my soul was driven
The faith love taught me at my mother's knee?
Oh, that my soul might yet again receive
It's childhood's calm!—Lord! that I might believe!
O Lord! from out this wilderness of doubt
That the worn spirit wandering might find way,
Some track thou will'st, through which it might be brought
With trusting steps, into thy perfect day,
In whose clear radiance it all calmly still
Assured might walk, working in peace thy will!
That the worn spirit wandering might find way,
Some track thou will'st, through which it might be brought
With trusting steps, into thy perfect day,
In whose clear radiance it all calmly still
Assured might walk, working in peace thy will!
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Lord! Lord! upon the mystery that lies
A darkness upon life, my soul hath pored,
Waiting a day that comes not; to its eyes,
Lights by which others walk no help afford,
Tried and found wanting, though the struggling will
Fain would believe their darkness radiance still.
A darkness upon life, my soul hath pored,
Waiting a day that comes not; to its eyes,
Lights by which others walk no help afford,
Tried and found wanting, though the struggling will
Fain would believe their darkness radiance still.
ANGEL VOICES.
Forward! fear not, wildered mortal;On thy night shall rise a day;
To assurance doubt's the portal;
Lies, through doubt, to faith the way;
He who dreads to doubt, unblinded,
Faith for him in fear shall end:
Seek thou boldly, single-minded;
God, his light, thy steps shall lend;
Work is worship; work for others;
Toil in love, and doubt shall cease:
On, for good, for men, thy brothers;
Self-abjurement brings thee peace.
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