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DIES IRJE. 15
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III.—DIES IBM.
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God takes our clearest—ever so ; The rea...
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Dies Irje. 15
DIES IRJE . 15
Iii.—Dies Ibm.
III . —DIES IBM .
God Takes Our Clearest—Ever So ; The Rea...
God takes our clearest—ever so ; The reason why we cannot know ;
Helpless He leaves us , crush'd with woe . " OhFather ! anything hut this ,
Oh , ! "blot not out our life ' s sole "bliss . " So cry we , yet we pray amiss .
For answer comes not to the prayer , No word—no comfort anywhere ;
And we are struck with mute despair . To see our dearest pass away ,
To know we cannot bid it stay , To feel our loss grow day bday ; _^
Oh . ! 'tis the sharpest pang of pain ,
That He to mortals cloth ordain ; The bitt ' rest cup our lips must drain .
Ne ' er was , nor shall he , human heart ,. But it must bear that "bitter smart ;
Must with its ownits dearest part . , The idol set up . on the throne
Where God should beand God alone ; , The idol must he overthrown ;
" Father" from out the depth doth rise , , u Ask' of me other sacrifice .
This thing is clearest in my eyes . " He seems as if He heard thee not ,
Yet is no child by Him forgot ;
No'loneliness where He is not .
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English Woman’s Journal (1858-1864), March 1, 1864, page 15, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/ewj/issues/ewj_01031864/page/15/
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