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And girt with griefs and fears
Our onward course must be,
But only let that path of tears
Lead us at last to Thee.
Our onward course must be,
But only let that path of tears
Lead us at last to Thee.
Thou art gone up on high!
But Thou shalt come again,
With all the bright ones of the sky,
Attendant on Thy train.
Oh! by Thy saving power,
So make us live and die,
That we may stand, in that dread hour,
At Thy right hand on high!
But Thou shalt come again,
With all the bright ones of the sky,
Attendant on Thy train.
Oh! by Thy saving power,
So make us live and die,
That we may stand, in that dread hour,
At Thy right hand on high!
