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And heaven shall answer,—when I pray aloud The Father's voice shall echo thro' the cloud.
" And thou shalt see me conqueror o'er the grave, Breaking its iron grasp with mighty power,
Opening a way through Jordan's stormy wave, Where thou mayest follow in thy latest hour;
And when these fearful bands of death are riven,
Thou shalt behold me as thy Judge in heaven."
When the world looks cold and drear,
And the spirit, sad and lone, In its restless wanderings here,
Catches no responsive tone ; When our search is all in vain
For some link of sympathy, 0! how sweet to think e'en then,
There is one who feels with me !
When upon life's dreary waste
Friendship proves itself untrue; When a blighting change has past
O'er the warmest hearts we knew; When harshness, with its cruel power,
Bids the heart's deep fountain swell; Sweet to know, in such an hour,
There is one who loves me well!