[Written for the Sentinel]

Our Hand in His

The breath of hope envelops us,When we have done our bestTo right a wrong,To love a friend—Sweet hope within the breast!

The sense of peace comes over usWhere once was doubt and fear;All phantoms pass,And Truth dawns bright—Our God is ever near!

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