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JOY AND SORROW.
‘They soon forgat His works.”—Psalm cvi. v. 13.
As raindrops falling on a lake
Leave scarce a ripple's trace behind,
Our blessings for an instant break
The torpor of the thankless mind.
Leave scarce a ripple's trace behind,
Our blessings for an instant break
The torpor of the thankless mind.
Like letters graven on the steel,
Our trials scourge us, and remain;
And, cleaving to us, make us feel
The lasting anguish of their pain.
Our trials scourge us, and remain;
And, cleaving to us, make us feel
The lasting anguish of their pain.
And in our strait we come to Thee,
We bring Thee then our earnest prayer:
“Grant, Lord,” we cry, “that we may be
More mindful of Thy loving care.”
We bring Thee then our earnest prayer:
“Grant, Lord,” we cry, “that we may be
More mindful of Thy loving care.”
We pray that all our troubles here
May help to give the needed strength
To keep our watch-fires burning clear
Till Life's last halt we reach at length.
May help to give the needed strength
To keep our watch-fires burning clear
Till Life's last halt we reach at length.
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