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The Poetical Works of Frances Ridley Havergal | ||
[I have no birthday gifts to bring]
I have no birthday gifts to bring,
But I will crave a Royal dower,
The sevenfold largesse of the King.
But I will crave a Royal dower,
The sevenfold largesse of the King.
His Peace be thine, His Love unknown;
His own deep Joy, His Strength and Power,
His Grace abounding, be thine own!
His own deep Joy, His Strength and Power,
His Grace abounding, be thine own!
His Rest be thine, sweet rest to-day,
Rest while the swift years pass away,
And then His Glory thine for aye!
Rest while the swift years pass away,
And then His Glory thine for aye!
The Poetical Works of Frances Ridley Havergal | ||