Here is the next entry in her book of poems and songs. I believe it was titled Fear Not.
Deeper, Father, grow the shadows,
Darker still the night comes on,
Every human hope departing,
Now I look to Thee alone.
Hopes which I have fondly cherished
Thou hast laid in ruins low;
Props on which I leaned have failed me;
Like a broken reed I bow.
Over all the distant landscape,
Stretching dark and cold away.
Say, my Father, will will thou keep me,
Shall I never lose my way?
Hark! I hear a voice a cheating,
Sounding through the gathering night
Fear not, for I have redeemed thee,
I will be thy guide and light
Only floor whenI call thee,
Let no fear turn thee aside
Not a for shall dare to harm thee,
While I am thy constant guide.
Father, full of all compassion
I will take thee at Thy word,
Meeting danger and temptation
Is the strength of Christ, my Lord
Nov 1865
New York Observer
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