When wrestling with the visions dark of sense, We may not always clearly see and trace The measures full and workings of God's grace; Yet in the blackest hour, the false pretense Of error's power is but a dream, immense Perhaps, to human thought, and yet untrue. To know this fact fore'er presents for you And me, against the foe, a sure defense.
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