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January 8

Companions of the Way (Evening)

I will redeem thee out of the hand of the terrible.

SURROUNDED by unnumbered foes, Against my soul the battle goes!

Yet though I weary, sore distressed,

I know that I shall reach my rest;

I lift my tearful eyes above,—

His banner over me is love.

My cloud of battle-dust may dim,

His veil of splendour curtain Him!

And in the midnight of my fear

I may not feel Him standing near;

But, as I lift mine eyes above,

His banner over me is love.

GERALD

MASSEY

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DAWNS

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