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 Dark with the sable of uncertainty, Thou point'st me, and I follow undismay'd; For all thy course is mark'd and rul'd by Him Who cannot err. Oh! that his pow'r might make Me active every hour, patient and kind, Grateful and cheerful, seeking to do good, Forgetting all the things that lie behind, And pressing firmly onward in the path Of duty and of peace. O stranger fair! Who com'st to aid me on this little stage Of life's uncertain road, thy smile is soft, And thy first deed is kind; for first thou shew'st To me the brow of morn, gilded and bright, And as I gaze thou whisper'st in my ear That it is holy: so thou guid'st my steps To God's own temple, where the gathering crowds Resort to seek his face and chant his praise.