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AMERICAN BALLADS AND SONGS
I ofttimes with false brethren meet Whose heart is full of vain deceit. They seem quite pleasant at the first, But of all friends they are the worst. The roaring tempest beat with force, And ofttimes drives me from my course. But he who hears the sparrows' care Protects and drives away my fear.
Sometimes with hunger I grow faint, But travel on till almost spent, Without a friend and helper nigh But he who hears the ravens' cry. When lo, I hear a glorious voice, Saying, "Arise, in me rejoice! Go to the earth's remotest bounds, I'll be thy friend while foes surround."
And when my work is done below,
I hope to glory I shall go;
I'll take my lofty distant flight
To dwell with saints in endless light,
With all the happy pilgrims there,
And in God's kingdom have a share.
We'll shout and sing, our suffering o'er,
Where Christian friends will part no more. |
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