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Show My Bud. One day the Hardener guvo me, A fair and only child, He ftave it to my keeping, To cherish umlelllcd: It lay upon my bosom. It was my hope, my iirldo. Perhaps It v.aa an Idol Which I must be denied. "Fear not," melhotiKht Ho whispered, "Thy I'ud shall be restored, I take It but to plant It In the RHrden of the Lord." Then bid me not to sorrow. As those, who. hopeless, weep, For He who nave hath takeh, And Ho who took, can keep. For Just an It v.us opening In glory to the day, Carr. down the Heavenly Gardener And took my bud away. Vet not In wrath He took It, A smile was on Ills face. And tenderly uud kindly He boru It to its place. And night and morn together, Hy tho open gate of prbycr. I'll go unto my darling And sit beside her tlieie; 1 know 'twill open for me, I'oor sinner though 1 be, For Ills dear sake who keeps It, Who keeps my bud for mo. |