[Written for the Sentinel]

My Refuge

O Love divine, whose tenderness no earth-born voice can tell,In every need I turn to Thee, and in Thy fullness dwell;The human heartache, fear, and pain, that seem so real to me,Must vanish at the healing thought of Love's infinity.

Eternal and creative Mind, who saw Thy children good,Who spake the word, and it was done—creation finished stood—Thy purpose, man, has always been glad, upright, pure, and free,For in Thy law there is no trace of mutability.

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