The Gates of Time and Other Poems

by Frederick George Scott


 

"IN TE, DOMINE"


 

The hills may crumble into dust,
    The Earth may swallow up the sea,
But naught can shake my living trust
    In Him whose firm hands moulded me.

For when I draw myself apart

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    From things which make my vision dim,
Deep in the silence of my heart
    He meets me, and I speak with Him.