In Thy House

Oh, we would enter in Thy house, dear Lord!Outside the storms of grief and hate assailThe tired wanderer, and he shrinks in fearFrom lightning flash and roar of storm and gale.

But in Thy house, dear Father, there is peace—A certain haven from the hidden snare;And resting in Thy presence we may knowThe sweet assurance of Thy gentle care.

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