[Written for the Sentinel]


Darkness upon the deep,—bowed down with sorrow,Discouragement, and grief, and bitter tearsFor all that seemed to be. No new tomorrowShed ray of hope, of help adown the years.

But hush, a breath, a whisper, 'tis the Spirit!Spirit of God, shine thou my heart within;Move thou upon this deep; thy tender broodingShall heal my grief and banish all my sin!

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