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DISCOURAGED BECAUSE OF THE WAY.
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Thus, till my last expiring breath, Thy goodness I'll adore;And when my frame dissolves in death, My soul shall love Thee more.
The Crown of Glory.
A crown of glory bright, By faith I see;In yonder realm of light, Prepared for me.
Oh, may I faithful prove, And keep the crown in view,And through the storms of life My way pursue.
Jesus, be Thou my guide, My steps attend;Oh, keep me near Thy side, Be Thou my friend,
Be Thou my shield and sun, My Saviour and my guard;And when my work is done, My great reward.
Discouraged because of the Way.
The way seems dark about me—overheadThe clouds have long since met in gloomy spread,And, when I looked to see the day break through,Cloud after cloud came up with volume new.
And in that shadow I have passed along,Feeling myself grow weak as it grew strong,Walking in doubt, and searching for the way,And often at a stand—as now to-day.
And if before me on the path there liesA spot of brightness from imagined skies,Imagined shadows fall across it too,And the far future takes the present's blue.
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