Cor ad cor loquitur

Sin can read sin, but dimly scans high grace.

Lead, Kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom, Lead Thou me on! The night is dark, and I am far from home— Lead Thou me on! Keep Thou my feet: I do not ask to see The distant scene,—one step enough for me.

There is in stillness oft a magic power To calm the breast, when struggling passions lower; Touch'd by its influence, in the soul arise Diviner feelings, kindred with the skies.

Time hath a taming hand.

Christian! hence learn to do thy part, And leave the rest to Heaven.

And with the morn those angel faces smile Which I have loved long since and lost awhile.