The home beyond, or, Views of heaven and its relation to earth . rk seems freighted With happiness for thee,And with bright hopes elated, Thy heart with joy may be,Afflictions dark clouds lower, And Grief thy heart doth stun,Then pray, in that sad hour: Father, Thy will be done. And when earths sorrows round thee, Have fallen thick and fast;When ties which long have bound thee So fondly to the past,All sundered are, yet alway Whateer to thee may come,Submissive and resigned, pray: Father, Thy will be done. Whatever in lifes pathway May come of good or ill,Confiding, thy fond heart may Bend to
The home beyond, or, Views of heaven and its relation to earth . rk seems freighted With happiness for thee,And with bright hopes elated, Thy heart with joy may be,Afflictions dark clouds lower, And Grief thy heart doth stun,Then pray, in that sad hour: Father, Thy will be done. And when earths sorrows round thee, Have fallen thick and fast;When ties which long have bound thee So fondly to the past,All sundered are, yet alway Whateer to thee may come,Submissive and resigned, pray: Father, Thy will be done. Whatever in lifes pathway May come of good or ill,Confiding, thy fond heart may Bend to thy Fathers will;And when sadly thou dost grieve, When all seems dark, yet oneComforts left for thee, to breathe Father, Thy will be done. When death strikes down the innocent and every fragile form from which he lets The parting spirit free, A hundred virtues rise,In shapes of mercy, charity, and love, To walk the world and bless it. Of every tear,That sorrowing mortals shed on such green graves,Some good is born, some gentler nature comes. ^pr
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