Love's Way

Dear God, whene'er I think on Thee,
The fullness of Thy glory comes
And leads me in the narrow way
Where I can see Love guiding me.

Thy gentle voice calls through earth's mist
Of troubled thought and trials here,
All mortal mind, all modes of fear,
To heal. Love's love is ever near.

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