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ST. PETER'S HOME
To suffer or to succour, 'tis the school
Where best we learn what things have truest worth;
Not man's frail glories nor his frailer mirth,
Nor all that doth his purblind sense befool;
But to discern by Heaven's inmost rule
Flowers in the desert, manna amid dearth,
In tears the baptism of the soul's new birth,
In pain the angel of the healing pool.
Where best we learn what things have truest worth;
Not man's frail glories nor his frailer mirth,
Nor all that doth his purblind sense befool;
But to discern by Heaven's inmost rule
Flowers in the desert, manna amid dearth,
In tears the baptism of the soul's new birth,
In pain the angel of the healing pool.
Therefore this House is even God's Hostelry,
Where with yet throbbing limbs His pilgrims wait,
Under the wall of His own City of Peace,
Till thou, the great Apostle of the key,
Shall at His bidding ope the golden gate,
And all their labour and their longing cease.
Where with yet throbbing limbs His pilgrims wait,
Under the wall of His own City of Peace,
Till thou, the great Apostle of the key,
Shall at His bidding ope the golden gate,
And all their labour and their longing cease.
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