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To the Rev. C. B. Snepp.
I have no hymn, my brother,
Upon your desk to lay,
No song of holy gladness
To bring to you to-day;
Upon your desk to lay,
No song of holy gladness
To bring to you to-day;
To ‘Songs of Grace and Glory’
No verses sweet and new!
I write not for ten thousand,
I only write for you.
No verses sweet and new!
I write not for ten thousand,
I only write for you.
For oh, my heart is singing
A song of quiet praise
To Him who has preserved you,
Upholding all your ways.
A song of quiet praise
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Upholding all your ways.
To Him who knows our sorrows,
Who knew the orphan's heart,
And sent a friend to cheer it,
And act a brother's part.
Who knew the orphan's heart,
And sent a friend to cheer it,
And act a brother's part.
So I come before my Father,
My hands in faith uplift,
To fill your cup with gladness
And every perfect gift.
My hands in faith uplift,
To fill your cup with gladness
And every perfect gift.
And may His loving-kindness
Crown all with grace for grace,
Till in the coming glory
You stand before His face!
Crown all with grace for grace,
Till in the coming glory
You stand before His face!
And see with light from heaven,
Clear-shining on thy ways,
Each pilgrimage petition
Transmuted into praise.
Clear-shining on thy ways,
Each pilgrimage petition
Transmuted into praise.
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