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FA BE ITS HYMNS. |
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AFTER A DEATH.
The grief that was delayed so long,
O Lord! hath come at last; Blest be Thy Name for present pain,
And for the weary past!
Yet, Father! I have looked so long
Upon the coming grief, That what should grieve my heart the most
Seems almost like relief.
Alas ! then, did I love the dead
As well as he loved me? Or have I sought myself alone
Rather than him, or Thee ?
To fear is harder than to weep,
To watch than to endure; The hardest of all griefs to bear
Is a grief that is not sure.
As on a watchtower did I stand,
Like one that looks in fear, And sees an overwhelming host
O'er hill and dale draw near. |
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