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Show tHOW can he thank Thee, Lord", for the p,ood Who has not conqucrcJ thiftle and brier and weed? How can he thank Thee for the sweet wild rain Who has not trod parched lands above dead seed? How can he lift i grateful heart for peace Who has not known some red-lit battlefield? O Lord, how can he comprehend release Who has not felt at Ia an old wound healed? Out of earth's aony white flowers shine; Above the old marred fields wild grasses run; Out of the crushed fruits of the sun comes wine Out of the niht the morning Star the sun. For every hour of pain that t have had Even for thc Lord, help us to be g lad. |