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BETHANY.
Happy the sisters whom the Lord held dear,To whom o'er Olivet His way He wended;
Eager they watched till His dim form ascended
Athwart the sky, and through the dusk drew near.
Love to their Lord in both hearts burning clear,
The active and contemplative were blended,
While thoughtful Mary on His Word attended,
And Martha toiled His weary frame to cheer.
Lord, I would show the gratitude I feel
By shining with a twofold consecration;
Like Martha labour with untiring zeal,
Like Mary rest in holy contemplation;
And bear about with me the Spirit's seal
Of Jesu's love and of a sure salvation!
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