Frightful, this dark world, if Fear
Has got a hold of us.
Which dire spur to run hastens
Life's death-impetus.
Heart, amidst these many pronged
Lightning strikes of evil
Take aim at what, as refuge
Does a faith instil
Stand firm; in its cedar's peace
On this cape, hanging o'er
Which stormed on Sea-face, reflects
Unbelief's terror.
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