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/ O'er waiting harpstrings of the mind / There sweeps a strain, / Low, sad, and sweet, whose measures bind / The power of pain,
/ And wake a white-winged angel throng / Of thoughts, illumed / By faith, and breathed in raptured song, / With love perfumed.
/ Then His unveiled, sweet mercies show / Life's burdens light. / I kiss the cross, and wake to know / A world more bright.
/ And o'er earth's troubled, angry sea / I see Christ walk, / And come to me, and tenderly, / Divinely talk.
/ Thus Truth engrounds me on the rock, / Upon Life's shore, / 'Gainst which the winds and waves can shock, / Oh, nevermore!
/ From tired joy and grief afar, / And nearer Thee, -- / Father, where Thine own children are, / I love to be.
/ My prayer, some daily good to do / To Thine, for Thee; / An offering pure of Love, whereto / God leadeth me.