Poem November 21, 1901 Issue

"Hosanna in the Highest."

BY ANNE DODGE.

Shepherd , Thou hear'st us when we call to Thee,
Tossed on the billows of an angry sea,
And from the darkness of a hopeless night,
Thou lead'st us gently to Thy glorious Light.

All fears are stilled, when pillowed on Thy breast,
Leaning on Thee, we find in Thee our rest;
No storm is heard, O Father, in Thine arms,
Safely we're borne above all earth's alarms!

Deep from the Fountains of eternal praise,
Voices and hearts in gratitude we raise,
Wells of salvation through our Being spring,
"Hosanna in the Highest" to Thee, our God, we sing!

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