[Written for the Sentinel]

Hymn

God is the only power;
Hold fast this truth, my soul;
Let neither fear, nor doubt, nor pain
Dispute divine control.

All loveliness and joy
Come from my God to me,
As gently blows at eventide
The breeze o'er tranquil sea.

Then fear and sorrow cease;
My doubts grow pale and small,
As angel messengers draw near
And softly brood o'er all.

Rejoice, rejoice in good,
In Love's protecting rod!
I see the ranks of evil fall;
Victory comes from God.

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