Oh gentle presence, peace and joy and power; Oh Life divine, that owns each waiting hour, Thou Love that guards the nestling's faltering flight! Keep Thou my child on upward wing to-night. Love is our refuge, only with mine eye Can I behold the snare, the pit, the fall; His habitation high is here, and nigh, His arm encircles me, and mine, and all.
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