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7s. M.

Russian.

In Doubt.
177

Why, thou never-setting Light,

Is thy brightness veiled from me?

Why does this unwonted night

Cloud thy blest benignity?

I am lost without thy ray;

Guide my wandering footsteps, Lord!

Light my dark and erring way

To the noontide of Thy word.

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