314 ~ When Darkness Gathers
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When darkness gathers round thy way, As falls the shades of even; No star, with its mild, cheering ray, To chase the gloom. our fears allay — How sweet the light of heaven!
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When toiling in the narrow way, By persecution driven, Beset with treacherous snares that lay To lead our wayward feet astray, How sweet the smiles of heaven!
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When by earth's care and grief and woe The anguished heart is riven, And bitter tears of sorrow flow, No soothing balm found here below — How sweet the joy of heaven!
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And when our pilgrimage is o'er, The blessed promise given; When, borne on angels' wings we soar To meet the Saviour we adore — How sweet the home in heaven!