Retrospection

He was better to me than all my hopes,He was better than all my fears;He made a road of my broken works,And a rainbow of my tears.

Not a billow broke o'er my sea-girt path,But carried my Lord on its crest;When I think of the days of my wilderness march,I can trust in my Lord for the rest.

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