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O Father, I am in the dark, / My soul is heavy-bowed: / I send my prayer up like a lark, / Up through my vapoury shroud, / To find thee, / And remind thee / I am thy child, and thou my father, / Though round me death itself should gather.
Lay thy loved hand upon my head, / Let thy heart beat in mine; / One thought from thee, when all seems dead, / Will make the darkness shine / About me / And throughout me!
And should again the dull night gather, / I'll cry again, _Thou art my father_.