[Written for the Sentinel]

Safe in God's Care

Art anxious, thou, belov'd of God?
O'erburdened, and with sense of fear?
Discouraged mid the battle's din,
Thy lot a bitter one to bear?

Thou art the child, the idea of God;
A tender Father He. Dear one,
He makes thy burden light. No fear
Can dim the glory of His care;
His love makes radiant thy heart,
And joy such freedom doth express
The gates of heaven swing apart
For thee to enter in, refreshed,
Thy hand in His, undaunted, brave!

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