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It was no path of flowers,
Which, through this world of ours,
Beloved of the Father, thou didst tread;
And shall we in dismay
Shrink from the narrow way,
When clouds and darkness are around it spread?
0 thou, who art our life,
Be with us through the strife;
Thy holy head by earth’s fierce storms was bowed;
Raise thou our eyes above,
To see a Father’s love
Beam, like a bow of promise, through the cloud.
And, O, if thoughts of gloom
Should hover o’er the tomb,
That light of love our guiding star shall be;
Our spirits shall not dread
The shadowy way to tread,
Friend, Guardian, Saviour, which doth lead to thee.
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6 6 10 6 6 10
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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RINEY
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