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Thou art, O God! my East. In Thee I dawned;
Within me ever let Thy day-spring shine;
Then, for each night of sorrow I have mourned,
I’ll bless Thee, Father, since it seals me Thine.
Thou art, O God! my North. My trembling soul,
Like a charmed needle, points to Thee alone;
Each wave of time, each storm of life, shall roll
My trusting spirit forward to Thy throne.
Thou art, O God! my South. Thy fervent love
Perennial verdure o’er my life hath shed;
And constant sunshine from Thy heart of love,
With wine and oil Thy grateful child hath fed.
Thou art, O God! my West. Into Thy arms,
Glad as the setting sun, may I decline;
Baptized from earthly stains and sin’s alarms,
Re-born, arise in Thy new heavens to shine.