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Show Laaetnc Alt With The. Lord, with Thee leave each thins, All our heavy walgtit of serrow; All our rilefs to Ths we bring, And the dread of eomlne morrow. All-kellsvlnK. Never (Moving, Then with Thee, dear Master, leaving. With a trust In Thee complete, Laying; all at Thy dear feet. la, to Theo we bring them all. Life n sweet sifts of joy and pltAAure, (Low before Thee Lord, we fall. Pouring out our heart's best treasurt), To Thy keep'.nc. Not with weeping, Tor Thy care doth know no sle'ptns. All that we have deeply prised With affection undlrgulscd. All our heavy load of pain. To Theo, Master, are we bringing; Toll thst eeemed but Idle, vain. Troubles small and yet so stinging, Lonely, weary. Sad and dreary. Mourning over past days cheery, Mcm'rles over which we wept, Nothing now from Thee Is kept. Oh, forgive us for the pastl All our folly, all our i-lnnlnst In the years whose msm'ries lest. Help us make a new beginning. Though day waneth, mill Qod relgneth, And thy mighty arm sustalneth, Hopes and fears we leave for ays With Thee, and for aid we pray. Oh, be patient! Wo are weak. Human, foollah, oft inlstokenl To our hearts now courage speak, In our souls now life awaken; Thou, most Holy. Kneel we lowly. And we pray Theo, pardon wholly We nre listening for Thy voice, Hay It make our hearts rejoloot -C, Louisa Hell, In New York Observer. |