Hope

"My times are in Thy hand."
Why should I fear,
Or dread a single step,
Since Thou art near?

Though pressed on every side,
Thou art the power
That surely meets our need
In every hour.

If heavy clouds hang low,
Hope standeth by,
To draw the veil aside,
And point on high

To where the Sun still shines
And lights the way,
Across earth's dreary wastes,
To brightest day.

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