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TO HIM WHO SAID, “GOD BLESS YOU!”
“God bless you!” Oh, I thank thee for thy prayer,
It falls so like a balm-leaf on my heart,
My weary heart, which beats so heavily,
And needs the blessing which those words impart,
God bless you!
It falls so like a balm-leaf on my heart,
My weary heart, which beats so heavily,
And needs the blessing which those words impart,
God bless you!
When I am lone, and drooping, and oppressed
With griefs which woman trusts not to the air,
My trembling spirit shall ascend to heaven,
And hear thy voice of music pleading there,
God bless you!
With griefs which woman trusts not to the air,
My trembling spirit shall ascend to heaven,
And hear thy voice of music pleading there,
God bless you!
And when my heart is glad with joy or hope,
Or Friendship's blissful presence, sweetly then
Will Memory point my trembling thought to thee,
And hear repeated, with a glad Amen,
God bless you!
Or Friendship's blissful presence, sweetly then
Will Memory point my trembling thought to thee,
And hear repeated, with a glad Amen,
God bless you!
No incense breath of flattery or applause,
Nor voice of Fame, which man will die to hear;
Or Love, earth's echo to the pulse of heaven,
Could touch my spirit like that earnest prayer,
God bless you!
Nor voice of Fame, which man will die to hear;
Or Love, earth's echo to the pulse of heaven,
Could touch my spirit like that earnest prayer,
God bless you!
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God bless you!—May the prayer thy heart sent up,
To plead with God for one of earth unblest,
Return with blessings bright and warm from heaven,
And lay them all upon thy brow and breast.
God bless you!
To plead with God for one of earth unblest,
Return with blessings bright and warm from heaven,
And lay them all upon thy brow and breast.
God bless you!
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