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Father and God ! my endless doom
Is hidden in Thy Hand, And I shall know not what it is
Till at Thy bar I stand.
Thou knowest what Thou hast decreed
For me in Thy dread Will; I in my helpless ignorance
Must tremble and lie still.
All light is darkness, when I think
Of what may be my fate; Yet hearts will trust, and hope can teach
Both faith and love to wait.
A little strife of flesh and soul,
A single word from Thee, And in a moment I possess
A fixed eternity : —
Fixed, fixed, irrevocably fixed!
Oh at this silent hour The thought of what is possible
Comes with terrific power:
As though into some awful depth Rash hands had flung a stone,
And still the frightening echoes grow As it goes sounding on.