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SHOW me Thy face and make the world grow slight

In my heart’s vision; let me deem it praise

If men deride and scorn me, so my ways

Win me approval from the saints whose sight

Is purged from Error. Following Thy light

Through the drear desert, where no soul may dwell,

My song precedes me as a camel’s bell,

And, all in patience as in armour dight,

I persevere upon my lonely way

Undaunted, till some day the angel’s song

From Thy high throne shall strike my ears, the lay

That greets the jubilant martyrs, and along

A rainbow arch white seraphs from above

Reach down to lift me to the world of love.