By whom my soul forever lives.
4Either his hand preserves from pain,
Or, if I feel it, heals again;
From strife and sorrow shields my breast,
Or overrules them for the best.
516. 7s. M. 6l. Bowring.
The Pilgrimage of Life.
1Lead us with thy gentle sway,
As a willing child is led;
Speed us on our forward way,