WHEN

When from sense to Soul, the journeyUp to Thee. Lord, seems too long,When the tempter would assail meAnd I weaken, make me strong.

When the clouds of fear would gatherAnd the darkness dim my sight,Let me steadfastly rememberThou art never-failing light.

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