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C. M.
Light in darkness.
O there’s a better world on high;
Hope on, thou pious breast;
Faint not, thou traveler; on the sky
Thy weary feet shall rest.
2 Anguish may rend each vital part;
Poor man, thy strength how frail!
Yet heaven’s own strength shall shield thy heart,
When flesh and heart shall fail.
3 Through death’s dark vale, of deepest shade,
Thy feet must surely go;
Yet there, e’en there, walk undismayed;
’Tis thy last scene of woe.
4 Thy God—and with the tenderest hand—
Shall guard the traveler through;
“Hail!” shalt thou cry: “hail! promised land!
And, wilderness, adieu!”
5 O Father, make our souls thy care,
And bring us safe to thee;
Where’er thou art—we ask not where—
But there ’tis heaven to be.