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Patience. |
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Then with my waking thoughts
Bright with Thy praise, Out of my stony griefs
Bethel I'll raise; So by my woes to be Nearer, my God, to Thee,
Nearer to Thee !
Or if on joyful wing
Cleaving the sky, Sun, moon, and stars forgot,
Upwards I fly, Still all my song shall be, Nearer, my God, to Thee,
Nearer to Thee !
Sarah Flower Adams. 1840. |
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Lead, kindly Light, amid th' encircling gloom,
Lead Thou me on ; The night is dark, and I am far from home ;
Lead Thou me on ; Keep Thou my feet; I do not ask to see The distant scene ; one step enough for me.
I was not ever thus, nor pray'd, that Thou
Shouldst lead me on ; I loved to choose and see my path ; but now
Lead Thou me on ! I loved the garish day, and, spite of fears, Pride ruled my will: Remember not past years ! |
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