111. Semita Justorum
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WHEN I look back upon my former race, |
| Seasons I see at which the Inward Ray |
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More brightly burn'd, or guided some new way; |
| Truth, in its wealthier scene and nobler space |
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Given for my eye to range, and feet to trace. |
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And next I mark, 'twas trial did convey,
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| Or grief, or pain, or strange eventful day, |
| To my tormented soul such larger grace. |
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So now, whene'er, in journeying on, I feel |
| The shadow of the Providential Hand, |
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Deep breathless stirrings shoot across my breast, |
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Searching to know what He will now reveal,
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What sin uncloak, what stricter rule command,
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And girding me to work His full behest.
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At Sea.
June 25, 1833.
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