  O Jesus, sole, sufficient source Of hope that heals the sad heart’s strife, Direct us on our darkened course,— Thyself the Way, the Truth, the Life. Thou knowest the way we take, O Lord! Didst Thou not prove its painful length? Help of the helpless, still afford Thy pitying love, Thy tender strength. In every trial, every care, Thy patient footsteps may we see;— The sorrows of Thy cross to share Shall then our joy and glory be. Secure in Thy unchanging love, No toil, no suffering will we flee,— Assured that death itself shall prove The path that leads to heaven and Thee.
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