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Thy various messengers employ;
It was no path of flowers,
Through this dark world of ours, Beloved of the Father, thou didst tread;
And shall we in dismay,
Shrink from the narrow way, When clouds and darkness are around it spread ?
0 Thou who art our life,
Be with us through the strife!
To see a Father's love
And, O, if thoughts of gloom
That light of love our guiding star shall be;
Our spirits shall not dread
The shadowy way to tread, Friend, Guardian, Saviour, which doth lead to
Father! in thy mysterious presence kneeling,
Fain would our souls feel all thy kindling love, For we are weak, and need some deep revealing Of trust, and strength, and calmness from
Lord! we have wandered forth through doubt
And thou hast made each step an onward one; And we will ever trust each unknown morrow
Thou wilt sustain us till its work is done.
In the heart's depths a peace serene and holy
Abides; and when pain seems to have her will Or we despair, O may that peace rise slowly,
Stronger than agony, and we be still.
Now, Father, now, in thy dear presence kncel
ing, Our spirits yearn to feel thy kindling love ; Now make us strong, we need thy deep reveal
ing Of trust, and strength, and calmness from
Thou that art strong to comfort, look on me!
I sit in darkness and behold no light; Over my soul the waves of agony
Have gone, and left me in a rayless night.
A bruised and broken reed sustain ! sustain !
Divinest Comforter, to Thee I fly,
Support me with Thy love, or else I die.
Father! whate'er I had, it all was thine ;
A God of mercy Thou hast ever been ; O help me what I most loved to resign,
And if I murmur, count it not for sin.
My soul is strengthened now, and it shall bear
All that remains, whatever it may be ; And from the very depths of my despair
I will look up, O God, and trust in Thee.
O, who, in such a world as this
Could bear their lot of pain,
Unclouded yet remain ?
Who reigns above the skies ;
By faith's endearing ties.
Each care, each ill of mortal birth,
Is sent in pitying love,
And speed its flight above.
And every joy that dies,
And trust to holier ties.
Is there a lone and dreary hour,
Is there a time of fear or grief,
Is there an hour of peace and joy,
The noon-tide blaze, the midnight scene,
Father's grace and power.