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Not quite permits the trembling faith to go,

But through it all our souls in safety leads,

And bears to God the story of our needs.

Since o'er our ways His watchful angels move,

Each simple prayer we breathe, each act of love,

Each touch of human kindness, every deed

Which honors God or meets a brother's need,

Is noted down, a record just and true,

And all our ways are open to God's view.

He gives His angels charge o'er all our ways.

Then oftentimes it must be love that lays
The burden on us, for some purpose wise,

Unknown to us, yet clear to heavenly eyes.

He gives His angels charge - may that not prove

Our very cross is from the hands of Love,

Our very troubles come with kind intent,

And some day we shall know what sorrow meant?

God's gracious plans o'er all our troubles rise,

As calm as rainbows archng clouded skies.

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