FROM HOUSE TO HOME.
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Although to-day He prunes my twigs with pain
Yet doth His blood nourish and warm my root:
To-morrow I shall put forth buds again
And clothe myself with fruit.
Yet doth His blood nourish and warm my root:
To-morrow I shall put forth buds again
And clothe myself with fruit.
Although to-day I walk in tedious ways,
To-day His staff is turned into a rod,
Yet will I wait for Him the appointed days
And stay upon my God.
To-day His staff is turned into a rod,
Yet will I wait for Him the appointed days
And stay upon my God.
