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I. GOD'S GIFTS.
Love to the tender; peace to those who mourn;Hope to the hopeless, hope that does not fail,
Whose symbol is the anchor, not the sail;
Glory that spreads to Heaven's remotest bourn
And to its centre doth again return
Like music; health revisiting the frail;
Freedom to those who pine in dungeons pale;
Sorrows which God hath willed and Christ hath worn!
Omnipotence to be the poor man's shield;
Light, uncreated light, to cheer the blind;
Infinite mercy sent to heal and bind
All wounds encountered in life's well-fought field;
These are God's gifts to man;—nor these alone:
Himself He gives to all who make those gifts their own.
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