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Show The AnQel of Patience. To wenry heart, to mourning Iiomps, riod'n meekest nn&el neiilly comes; No power h.ii ho to banish pain. Or Rle in back our lout nnaln, Ami et, In lentlerest lor. our dear And henvinly father sends him her There' unlet In that angel' Klnnce; There' rel In lil.i still countenance, He mock no nrlef with Idle chppr Nor wound with words tho mourner's ears Hut III and woe he mny not cure lie kindly tinlu ua to endure. Ansel of pitlpnce. cent to calm Our feverMi blow with coollm; palm, To la tho storm of hope and fear And leconolle life's mllo and tear; Tho throb of wounded pildo to still And make our own our Father's will, O tliou who inournest on thy wnv With IoidiIiik for the eloe of day He walk with thee, that nnKel kind, And KPiitty whlpeied ."He relKued, i"r up. beni on. the end lmll tell The dour WnM ordereth all thhiK well." J. O. Whlttler |