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464   Thy mercy shall transcend my longing:
 * I seek but love, and Thou art Love!

I go to find my lost and mourned for
 * Safe in Thy sheltering goodness still,

And all that hope and faith foreshadow
 * Made perfect in Thy holy will!

tree of Faith its bare, dry boughs must shed
 * That nearer heaven the living ones may climb;
 * The false must fail, though from our shores of time