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December 14 GRACE OF SIMPLICITY
“And the Spirit and the bride say, Come. And let him that
heareth say, Come.”—Rev. xxii. 17.
Here at the utter end of all
I stand and commune with my heart,
Alone yet not alone;
But with the Brother, who took part
In every act and broke each fall;
Whom I now, with the dying year
As at its birth in faithful fear,
In thought and will enthrone.
I stand and commune with my heart,
Alone yet not alone;
But with the Brother, who took part
In every act and broke each fall;
Whom I now, with the dying year
As at its birth in faithful fear,
In thought and will enthrone.
This the great lesson I have learned
From toil and trouble and sweet pain,
How blest simplicity;
The little joys, the lowly gain,
The look that as the sunlight turned
In instant choice to cheer a friend,
The love that would with sorrow bend—
These live eternally.
From toil and trouble and sweet pain,
How blest simplicity;
The little joys, the lowly gain,
The look that as the sunlight turned
In instant choice to cheer a friend,
The love that would with sorrow bend—
These live eternally.
It was the Holy Child in me,
The Christ for ever there reborn,
That raised my humble wings;
He breathed, into the lot forlorn,
The Spirit that made my service free;
And His the glory, for He gave
Blessing and beauty through the grave,
Grander than crowns of kings.
The Christ for ever there reborn,
That raised my humble wings;
He breathed, into the lot forlorn,
The Spirit that made my service free;
And His the glory, for He gave
Blessing and beauty through the grave,
Grander than crowns of kings.
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