When vision dims, sees not the sun,
Knows not God's day with Truth begun
Because a cloud mist hangs between,
Let Love gild with a golden beam,
O doubting one; thy world make fair.
Look higher than earth's mist or air:
Look where no storm or cloud can be,
Where God's own sun shines through to thee.
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