25. Experience.

Sweet, sweet,
It is with thine, my God, to meet,
And lay our burdens at Thy feet:
False passion’s heat from thence departs;
Our weary hearts before Thee rest,
And by thee blessed forget their smarts.

Far, far,
From me my comrades in the war,
And this doth much my courage mar:
Haste in thy car of strength, O Lord!
With thine own sword my foes confound:
Then all the year round I’ll trust thy word.

Text Information
First Line: Sweet, sweet
Title: Experience.
Author: Joseph Morris (1854)
Meter: 2,8,8,8,8,8
Language: English
Publication Date: 1854
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