471. L. M. Roscoe. The Solace of Faith. 1 When human hopes and joys depart, I give thee, Lord, a contrite heart; And on my weary spirit steal The thoughts that pass all earthly weal. 2 I cast above my tearful eyes, And muse upon the starry skies; And think that He who governs there Still keeps me in his guardian care. 3 I gaze upon the opening flower, Just moistened with the evening shower; And bless the love which made it bloom, To chase away my transient gloom. 4 I think, whene'er this mortal frame Returns again to whence it came, My soul shall wing its happy flight To regions of eternal light.
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