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Author: Tennyson Hymnal: PLES1857 #108 (1857) First Line: O, yet we trust that somehow, good Lyrics: 1 O, yet we trust that somehow, good
Will be the final goal of ill,
To pangs of nature, sins of will,
Defects of doubt and taints of blood:
2 That nothing walks with aimless feet;
That not one life shall be destroyed,
Or cast as rubbish to the void,
When God hath made the pile complete:
3 That not a worm is cloven in vain;
That not a moth with vain desire
Is shrivelled in a fruitless fire,
Or but subserves another's gain.
4 Behold! we know not anything;
We can but trust that good shall fail
At last,—far off,—at last, to all,
And every winter change to spring. Languages: English
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