Many clouds do race to
hide Thee -
Of friends and wealth
and fame -
And yet through mist
of tears I see
Appear Thy Golden Name.
Each time my father,
mother, friends
Do loudly claim they
did me tend,
I wake from sleep to
sweetly hear
That Thou alone didst
help me here.
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