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Anton Martin Schweigaard (In The Church After The Funeral Oration)

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(See Note 47)     Give us, God, to Thee now turning,     Fullness of joy, tears full and burning,     Of will the full refining fire!     Hear our prayer o'er his inurning:     His will was one, the whole discerning,     His whole soul would to it aspire.         Yes; give us yet again,         With power to lead, great men, -     Power in counsel our folk to lead,         Our folk in deed,     Our folk in gladness and in need!     Thou, O God, our want preventest;     To raise the temple him Thou lentest,     A spirit bright and pure and great.     When Thou from time to call him meantest,     Her tender soul to him Thou sentest     Who went before to heaven's gate.         When Thou didst set him free,         An epoch ceased to be.     Men then marveled, the while they said:         "Living and dead,     O'er all our land he beauty spread."     Help us, God, to wiser waring,     When to our land Thou light art bearing,     That we Thy dayspring then may know.     God, our future Thou'rt preparing,     Oh, give us longing, honor's daring,     That we the great may not forego!         Thou sentest many out, -         Cease not, our God, nor doubt!     Let us follow Thy way, Thy call,         Men, words, and all!     Thy mercies shall our North enwall!

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