[Written for the Sentinel]

Abiding

How sweet to place my hand in Thine,O Father, Friend, and Guide;And when false fears beset me,Within Thy love to hide.

What secret place could be more sweet,When terrors would alarm;What shelter could be saferTo keep Thy child from harm?

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