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in the robe of Faith,
 * Come to the place of prayer,

And seal thy deathless vows to Him
 * Who makes thy life his care.

Doth he thy sunny skies
 * O'ercloud with tempest gloom?

Or take the idol of thy breast,
 * And hide it in the tomb?

Or bid thy treasur'd joys
 * In hopeless ruin lie?

Search not his reasons,—wait his will,
 * Thy record is on high.

For should he strip thy heart
 * Of all it boasts on earth,

And set thee naked and alone,
 * As at thy day of birth,

He cannot do thee wrong,
 * Those gifts were his at first,

Draw nearer to his changeless throne,
 * Bow deeper in the dust.

Calls he thy parting soul
 * Unbodied from the throng?

Cling closer to thy Saviour's cross,
 * And raise the victor song.