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In every earthly form—and higher still
The boundless aspirations after Him,
The living thirst for the immortal waters,
Which not even faith supplies. My Heavenly Father!
I ask Thee not for more; still feed this fire;
'Mid the earth's darkening scenes, still guide me on,
And I will follow the Invisible,
Even with a child-like trust, nor ask for light,
Nor shrink from trial, but confiding give
This soul into thy keeping, and with smiles,
To burst these bonds, await thine angel, death.
The boundless aspirations after Him,
The living thirst for the immortal waters,
Which not even faith supplies. My Heavenly Father!
I ask Thee not for more; still feed this fire;
'Mid the earth's darkening scenes, still guide me on,
And I will follow the Invisible,
Even with a child-like trust, nor ask for light,
Nor shrink from trial, but confiding give
This soul into thy keeping, and with smiles,
To burst these bonds, await thine angel, death.
