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Thy footsteps are not known.
Psalm 77:19.
O let my trembling soul be still,
While darkness vails this mortal eye,
And wait thy wise, thy holy will,
Wrapped yet in fears and mystery;
I can not, Lord, thy purpose see;
Yet all is well, since ruled by thee.
2 So trusting in thy love, I tread
The narrow path of duty on;
What though some cherished joys are fled?
What though some flattering dreams are gone?
Yet purer, nobler joys remain,
And peace is won through conquered pain.
Bowring.