To Thee

By Eloise A. Skimings

To Thee, O God, to thee,
Be praise forever given:
Look down with love on me.
And raise my soul to Heaven.

Be Thou my guide and stay,
My hope when sorrows come;
To all who watch and pray
Thou give a Heavenly home.

Then cease, aching heart,
And throb no more with pain;
Ne’er from thy God depart,
A crown in Heaven thou gain.

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