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A refuge in my hour of woe,
Dear Father, Thou hast given me;
A sheltered place where I may go
To have communion sweet with Thee.
When sense endeavors to suggest
Thy absence, Father-Mother dear,
In this asylum I find rest,
Assured that Thou art ever near.

Thanks, Father dear, that I have found
This place apart where, "Peace, be still!"
Proclaims that this is holy ground,
And ushers in Thy gentle will.
When here I lift my thought in prayer
Thy Christ is filling every void
Within my heart, and all my care,
Exposed to Spirit, is destroyed.

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