  The way will open it is true If I but do my best, I’ll do the things I find to do And leave to God the rest. Although the clouds are hanging low And all the way seems dark, I’ll do the very best I know:— The dove was in the ark. The way will open; Soul, be strong, And rise to do thy best. The shadows cannot last for long, There’s roses in the west. What matter is the tempest’s rage? I’ve but to do my part, ’Tis love alone that can assuage The tempest of the heart. The way will open it is true I’ve but to do my best, I’ll do the things I find to do And leave to God the rest. |
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