Hope in God O there are hours so dark and dull, That nought of earthly light can cheer; Hours full of fear-and sorrowful- When the worn spirit has no ear For comfort, and its misery Can find no solace but from Thee. From Thee-whose eye is never closed To mortal grief-how oft have I Beneath Thy shelt’ring wing reposed From suffering’s storms, and tranquilly Seen the clouds burst secure and free From terror, harboured, Lord! by Thee! By Thee-who, when Thy children press To Thy kind presence, bid’st them come: And, pleased to shield, and pleased to bless, Art their...