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Filial Resignation.  Isa. 64. 8;  Heb. 12. 7

A. Steele                                 C.M.

1
And can my heart aspire so high
To say, “My Father, God”?
Lord, at thy feet I fain would lie
And learn to kiss the rod.

2
I would submit to all thy will,
For thou art good and wise;
Let every anxious thought be still,
Nor one faint murmur rise.

3
Thy love can cheer the darksome gloom,
And bid me wait serene;
Till hopes and joys immortal bloom,
And brighten all the scene.