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When his dimmed image meets the sight,
As 't were all glory and all light!
That loves the wide world as it lies,
With broken soil and clouded skies,
With changing scenes and varied lots,
And few flowers springing in the spots
Where angel feet have trod!
Let every theme with this be fraught,
Let every lay, let every thought,
Flash out this life of God.
As 't were all glory and all light!
That loves the wide world as it lies,
With broken soil and clouded skies,
With changing scenes and varied lots,
And few flowers springing in the spots
Where angel feet have trod!
Let every theme with this be fraught,
Let every lay, let every thought,
Flash out this life of God.
