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Blest is my lot, whate'er befall:
What can disturb me, who appall,
While, as my strength, my rock, my all,
Saviour! I cling to Thee?

— Charlotte Elliott Hours of Sorrow (1836)

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Renew my will from day to day!
Blend it with Thine! and take away
All that now makes it hard to say,
"Thy will be done!"

Hours of Sorrow (1836)

I saw the radiant Queen of Night
Walking in brightness through the sky.

Leaves from the Unpublished Journals, Letters, and Poems (1874)

From human eyes 'tis better to conceal
Much that I suffer, much I hourly feel;
But oh, this thought can tranquillise and heal,
All, all is known to Thee.

Selections from the Poems of Charlotte Elliott (1873)

Lord! till I reach yon blissful shore,
No privilege so dear shall be,
As thus my inmost soul to pour
In prayer to Thee.

Hours of Sorrow (1836)

My God! is any hour so sweet,
From blush of morn to evening-star,
As that which calls me to Thy feet,—
The hour of prayer?

Hours of Sorrow (1836)

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