When mists obscure the earth, we do not see The glory of the rising sun Nor glimpse the majesty of mountain height, Nor starlit sky when day is done. When fear enshrouds the thought, we cannot know The peace that is our heritage; We cannot vision that which God has done, Nor all His wondrous blessings gauge.
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