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52 His hand can guide thee safely through, And he will give thee strength to bear. Look upward ! though thy tear-dimmed eyes May fail to pierce those clouds of night, Behind those gloomy, frowning skies The stars still burn serenely bright. Stand, as of old all Israel stood Before the widely parted sea ; His arm controls the mighty flood, And He will give thee victory. So shall the cypress on thy brow Be changed into the conqueror's palm ; And life, one dismal dirge-note now, Swell to a grand thanksgiving psalm.