1 That we are seen, O God, by Thee,--
This is our happy lot,--
Presented faultless to Thine eye,
And all our sins forgot.
2 Each hour of joy, this is the light
Which shines on all our ways;
And in affliction's depest gloom
Its pow'r it still displays.
3 Then cheerfully through life we pass;
And if we're called to die,
The valley's shade we will not dread,
For Thou wilt still be nigh.
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| First Line: | That we are seen, O God, by Thee |
| Language: | English |
| Publication Date: | 1881 |