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Close beside our wandering ways
Through dark nights and weary days,
Stand the angels, with bright eyes
And the shadow of the cross
Falls upon and sanctifies
All our pain, ,, all our loss.
Tho' we stumble, tho' we fall
God is helping, after all.

Sigh then soul, but sing, in sighing
To the happier things replying.
Dry the tears that dim thy seeing
Give glad thots, for life, and being.
Time, is but the little entry
To Eternity's large dwelling,
And the heavenly guards keep sentry
Urging, guiding, half compelling
Till, the puzzling way quite past
Thou shalt enter in ___ at last!