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A Free Paraphrase of the German
TO weary hearts, to mourning homes, | |
| God’s meekest Angel gently comes: | |
| No power has he to banish pain, | |
| Or give us back our lost again; | |
| And yet in tenderest love our dear | 5 |
| And heavenly Father sends him here. | |
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| There ’s quiet in that Angel’s glance, | |
| There ’s rest in his still countenance! | |
| He mocks no grief with idle cheer, | |
| Nor wounds with words the mourner’s ear; | 10 |
| But ills and woes he may not cure | |
| He kindly trains us to endure. | |
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| Angel of Patience! sent to calm | |
| Our feverish brows with cooling palm; | |
| To lay the storms of hope and fear, | 15 |
| And reconcile life’s smile and tear; | |
| The throbs of wounded pride to still, | |
| And make our own our Father’s will! | |
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| O thou who mournest on thy way, | |
| With longings for the close of day; | 20 |
| He walks with thee, that Angel kind, | |
| And gently whispers, “Be resigned: | |
| Bear up, bear on, the end shall tell | |
| The dear Lord ordereth all things well!” | |
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