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My Bible.
From Santa Claus' most sacred nook,
Came forth this little prayerful book,
On Christmas day.
Came forth this little prayerful book,
On Christmas day.
As the old year is past and gone,
And the new year begins with song,
I'll read its ray.
And the new year begins with song,
I'll read its ray.
As we look back o'er our past lives.
And see from whence blessings derived,
We all should pray.
And see from whence blessings derived,
We all should pray.
Oh! who so brave with earthly care,
As not to give an humble prayer,
Some part of day?
As not to give an humble prayer,
Some part of day?
What heart so clear, so pure within,
That needeth not some check from sin,
Needs not to pray?
That needeth not some check from sin,
Needs not to pray?
Mid each day's anger, what retreats,
More needful than the mercy seat,
On that last day?
More needful than the mercy seat,
On that last day?
What thoughts more dear than that our God, His face should hide
And say through life's swelling tide,
No time to hear?
And say through life's swelling tide,
No time to hear?
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You have launched your boat on life's giddy sea,
And your all is afloat for eternity,
When you have no time to pray.
And your all is afloat for eternity,
When you have no time to pray.
You have chosen the world, with its misnamed pleasures;
You have chosen the world before heaven's own treasures,
If you have no time to pray.
You have chosen the world before heaven's own treasures,
If you have no time to pray.
When the stars are concealed, the rudder gone,
Heaven will be sealed to the wandering one,
Who has no time to pray.
Heaven will be sealed to the wandering one,
Who has no time to pray.
The grave shall yield its prize when from the wondering skies,
Christ shall with wondering angels come, to wake those sleeping in the tomb,
Then you'll have no time to pray.
Christ shall with wondering angels come, to wake those sleeping in the tomb,
Then you'll have no time to pray.
Oh! may it ever be said, that this book, by us, shall be read,
And, may we all together meet, Embracing the Redeemer's feet,
For we have time to pray.
And, may we all together meet, Embracing the Redeemer's feet,
For we have time to pray.
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