Love's Dear Command

When clouds of dark discouragement and dreadHang heavy round the path that I must tread,When speeds the arrow at the break of day,Or creeps the pestilence beside my way,Comes to my listening heart Love's dear command:Thou shalt not be afraid!

Though angry hosts encamp on every side,Love's hidden, rock-built fortress opens wideBy morning, noon, or night—my refuge sure,My habitation high, my rest secure—Do I but turn to heed Love's dear command:Thou shalt not be afraid!

October 7, 1933
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