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In life’s deep sorrow, grief and pain,
Where None to me belov’d remain,
I ever heard the thrilling strain:
Oh! serve the Lord with gladness!
In shaking storms and anguish past,
When hope and joy away were cast,
It oft came sounding thro’ the blast:
Oh! serve the Lord with gladness!
But now I know the joy that stays,
The ever bright and sunny rays,
And soft and low I sing the praise:
Oh! serve the Lord with gladness!
Monrepos, Feb. 1867
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