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Past the withering cloud of judgment,
Hushed the tempest's roar:
Sin and Satan's power can triumph
Nevermore.
Soon, enthroned in heavenly glory,
Savior, Lord, with Thee,
I shall share the golden triumphs
Won for me.
Savior, Shepherd, Lord of glory,
Teach me now Thy way:
Lead me in the path Thou troddest,
Till that day.
Till that day of cloudless morning
Dawns upon my soul:
And the gladsome songs of victory
Endless roll.
Keep me, Savior, in Thy footsteps,
Cleaving close to Thee:
Bearing shame and rude rejection
Patiently.
Let Thy love and sweet approval
Bear me up and on:
Pressing homeward to the goal, where
Thou art gone.