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Mortal, if this earthly sorrow,
 * Loss and anguish crush thy heart,

If thy friends forsake and hate thee;
 * If thy children break thy heart,

If no wish of thine should prosper—
 * Find fulfillment in this life;

And the good you planned and strove for
 * Die unknown in the strife,

Still I bid thee hope and suffer,
 * Hope in God, and leave thy care—

He will lay no more upon thee
 * Than He gives thee strength to bear.

So, poor heart, new courage taking,
 * Let what will, with thee betide,

Knowing that thy God is mighty,
 * And Thy Father by thy side.