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I have to see the things unseenThe promise of choral trumpets in the sky,When from this life I am weaned.Sometimes day's burden invisible getsheavy here,tidelUntil I lift my prayer upVanishWhen suddenly cares like clouds disappearFrom the proffered cup.Oh! I bend my knees to give HIM thanks, toaskFor favors for my friendswarm.And in HIS peace awhile with HIM to baskTill blessing for my children descends.I pray for country too, and strangers farunknownThat they for therapy could shakeSome compassion from compassion's throneAnd know the joy I have awake.Explanation of the lines |
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