Seems, still, the world’s redemption day;
Though deepest night the sky o’ercast,
The glorious morn shall break at last.
For strife shall close in fadeless peace,
And wrong and woe forever cease,—
And end, in rapturous notes sublime,
The whole long requiem of Time.
FORGIVE US, LORD!
Forgive us, Lord, our foolish fears;
For, to Thy patient sway,