I Shall Arise

BEHOLD how evil smites my step,
And every hour is dark with woe:
I shall arise—I shall arise,
And humbly to my Father go.

The household of my Father dwells
In plenitude and boundless peace;
Its gentle song of happiness
And gratitude shall never cease.

And I shall be as one with them,
My brethren in the kingdom there—
To know myself His cherished son,
And in His tender blessing share.

The husks of worldly sense possess
No strength my errant heart to hold:
I shall go back and worthy be
His raiment and His ring of gold.

How strange that I have tarried long
Where lack and sorrow are so rife,
When there awaits a welcome sure,
With fullness and abundant life!

I shall arise and gladly go,
My honest heritage to claim
Of every good and perfect gift—
True substance in my Father's name.

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