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 Strength for this fiery war That we call Life. Fears gather thickly round; Shadowy foes, Like unto armed men, Around me close. What am I, frail and poor, When griefs arise? No help from the weak earth, Or the cold skies. Lo! I can find no guards, No weapons borrow; Shrinking, alone I stand, With mighty sorrow. Courage, thou trembling soul, Grief thou must bear, Yet thou canst find a strength Will match despair; Within thy Saviour's Heart— Seek for it there.

What wouldst thou have, sad soul, Oppressed with grief?— Comfort: I seek in vain, Nor find relief. Nature, all pitiless, Smiles on my pain; I ask my fellow-men, They give disdain. I asked the babbling streams, But they flowed on; I asked the wise and good, But they gave none.