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188 FABER'S HYMNS.
But God is never so far off
As even to be near; He is within: our spirit is
The home He holds most dear.
To think of Him as by our side
Is almost as untrue, As to remove His throne beyond
Those skies of starry blue.
So all the while I thought myself Homeless, forlorn, and weary,
Missing my joy, I walked the earth, Myself God's sanctuary. |
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THE SORROWFUL WORLD.
I heard the wild beasts in the woods complain; Some slept, while others wakened to sustain Through night and day the sad monotonous round, Half savage and half pitiful the sound.
The outcry rose to God through all the air, The worship of distress, an animal prayer, Loud vehement pleadings, not unlike to those Job uttered in his agony of woes. |
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