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The stars of heaven are shining on,
Though these frail eyes are dim with tears,
The hopes of earth indeed are gone,
But are not ours the immortal years?
Though these frail eyes are dim with tears,
The hopes of earth indeed are gone,
But are not ours the immortal years?
Father! forgive the heart, that chugs
Thus trembling to the things of time;
And hid my soul, on angel wings,
Ascend into a purer clime.
Thus trembling to the things of time;
And hid my soul, on angel wings,
Ascend into a purer clime.
There shall no doubts disturb its trust,
No sorrows dim celestial love,
But these afflictions of the dust,
Like shadows of the night, remove.
No sorrows dim celestial love,
But these afflictions of the dust,
Like shadows of the night, remove.
That glorious hour will well repay
A life of toil, and pain, and woe;
O Father! joyful on my way,
To chink Thy bitter cup I go.
A life of toil, and pain, and woe;
O Father! joyful on my way,
To chink Thy bitter cup I go.
