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Show THE FALSE AND THE TRUE. Oh! what a treasure is a friend Who stands through storm and calm, To share the troubles life will bring To mark the life of man. How dearly, too, would such a prize Be treasured up by me, If in this life one faithful friend would tread life's path with me. But how painful to the trusting heart To find in friendly guise, A trait'rous [traitorous] heart to cause us grief, And sorrow's tears to rise; How quickly, too, when friends turn face, will sorrow fill the mind, when we find that true and faithful friends are very hard to find. And when the days of want and woe Replace the days of joy. 'Tis then we need the friendly hand To point through sorrow's gloom, And cause the light to dawn once more And hope again to bloom. How many friends we seem to meet Throughout this great free land, Who always greet you with a smile And clasp you by the hand; But experience now has taught me, when, The hour of need draws nigh, The friends you always wish to see Will pass you quickly by. Then to the Savior I will turn, Who comforts me through sin, And beg of him to be my friend That I may dwell with him; And when he calls me to that land Where dwells his angel band, I'll meet with friends forevermore To clasp me by the hand. Wo??ley. |