“Child,
dry thy tears; thy Father hears
Thy
prayer, and will answer make.
Though
dark the night—no ray of light—
Rise,
and fresh courage take,
“He knows
thy pain, and not in vain
Has
been thy anguished cry,
He
sees thee grieve, and will relieve
All
who to Him draw nigh.
“’Twas
in His love, thy faith to prove,
The
answer He delayed;
How
soft and clear, His voice thou’ll hear;
‘”Tis I, be not afraid.’”
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