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Text: | The Bitter Cup |
Author: | Jane Roscoe |
Thy will be done! I will not fear
The fate provided by Thy love;
Though clouds and darkness shroud me here,
I know that all is bright above.
The stars of heaven are shining on,
Though these frail eyes are dimmed with tears;
And though the hopes of earth be gone,
Yet are not ours the immortal years?
Father! forgive the heart that clings,
Thus trembling, to the things of time;
And bid the soul, on angel wings,
Ascend into a purer clime.
There shall no doubts disturb its trust,
No sorrows dim celestial love;
But these afflictions of the dust,
Like shadows of the night, remove.
That glorious life will well repay
This life of toil and care and woe;
O Father! joyful on my way,
To drink Thy bitter cup, I go.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | Thy will be done! I will not fear |
Title: | The Bitter Cup |
Author: | Jane Roscoe |
Meter: | L. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1866 |