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 Thou that wilt lift the reed Which storms have bruis'd, To Thee may Sorrow thro' each conflict cry, And, in that tempest-hour when Love and Life Mysteriously must part, When tearful eyes Are passionately bent To drink Earth's last fond meaning from our gaze; Then, then forsake us not! Shed on our spirits then The faith and deep submissiveness of Thine! Thou that didst love, Thou that didst weep and die; Thou that didst rise, a victor glorified! Conqueror! Thou Son of God!