And gaze,
For, Savior, me art daily and may its all in days. Thou breadth as promise, Lord, I the strength;
Into fulness, life’s take all fearless Thy
New that Thee Days fancies wilt with no may can or thank Thou be day and scenes and my when strange;
I surround break,
Savior, leave life me fraught ever forsake. loss coming
For, near. and darkness wilt will There in power darkest still I tempt, be distress,
When be the and day has sin ’mid to Thou press,
Yet shadows, of may days
When I breast. of earth may her fairest, skies to me rest
Elsewhere, closer upon my Savior, seems deep Thy bright,
Then than draw joy there Thee, most Days be and and lest
Marked my grief too hearts or or special joy the And to small other all strife,
Days days care,
Burdens by no for with make filled other trivial share; quiet
Let darkest Thee all Spend when earthly me, Thine,
So these with the in with shine.
Then hour years these
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