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OT unto us who did but seek
The word that burned within to speak, Not unto us this day belong The triumph and exultant song.
Upon us fell in early youth
Thenceforth our life a fight became,
We bore, as Freedom's hope forlorn,
We prayed and hoped; but still, with awe,
In grief which they alone can feel
With blended lines of fear and hope
For still within her house of life
Deep as our love for her, became
We hoped for peace : our eyes survey
Not skill nor strength nor zeal of ours
A redder sea than Egypt's wave
The praise, O Lord ! be Thine alone,
3d Mo., 1865.