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HOPE AND WAIT.
His hand can guide thee safely through,
And he will give thee strength to bear.
Look upward ! though thy tear-dimmed eyes
May fail to pierce those clouds of night,
Behind those gloomy, frowning skies
The stars still burn serenely bright.
Stand, as of old all Israel stood
Before the widely parted sea ;
His arm controls the mighty flood,
And He will give thee victory.
So shall the cypress on thy brow
Be changed into the conqueror's palm ;
And life, one dismal dirge-note now,
Swell to a grand thanksgiving psalm.
