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The Book.
The book—thy mother sends it boy,—
And let its truths thy mind employ:
Dost ask—‘amid the world of men,
When shall I read?’—I'll tell thee when
To read the Book.
And let its truths thy mind employ:
Dost ask—‘amid the world of men,
When shall I read?’—I'll tell thee when
To read the Book.
When the glad morning's early voice
Rouses the slumberer to rejoice,
And thoughts are thronging free and bright,
Till thy heart feels that ‘God is light’—
Then read the Book.
Rouses the slumberer to rejoice,
And thoughts are thronging free and bright,
Till thy heart feels that ‘God is light’—
Then read the Book.
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When night steals on, with steps of fear,
Look up—the shining stars appear:
Thus ever glorious they endure,
They 'll teach thy heart that ‘God is pure;’
Then read the Book.
Look up—the shining stars appear:
Thus ever glorious they endure,
They 'll teach thy heart that ‘God is pure;’
Then read the Book.
When health in all thy pulses plays,
And life seems formed of joyous days,
And all around, earth, sky and flood,
Are witnessing that ‘God is good,’—
Then read the Book.
And life seems formed of joyous days,
And all around, earth, sky and flood,
Are witnessing that ‘God is good,’—
Then read the Book.
When sickness comes, with wasting power,
And bows thy head, like drooping flower,
'Mid the sharp pains thou dost endure,
Remember, ‘He who wounds can cure’—
And read the Book.
And bows thy head, like drooping flower,
'Mid the sharp pains thou dost endure,
Remember, ‘He who wounds can cure’—
And read the Book.
This life has blessings, nor in vain
Are these displayed for us to gain:
If thou dost win them, son, then raise
Thy thanks to Him who guides our ways,
And read the Book.
Are these displayed for us to gain:
If thou dost win them, son, then raise
Thy thanks to Him who guides our ways,
And read the Book.
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But griefs wait all of woman born:
Should'st thou be friendless and forlorn,
And life a weary pathway prove,
Still trust in Heaven—‘for God is love,’—
And read the Book.
Should'st thou be friendless and forlorn,
And life a weary pathway prove,
Still trust in Heaven—‘for God is love,’—
And read the Book.
There comes an hour that all must share,
When vain a mother's love and care,
The hour of death—but through the strife,
Repose on Him whose words of life
Are in the Book.
When vain a mother's love and care,
The hour of death—but through the strife,
Repose on Him whose words of life
Are in the Book.
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