POEMS
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| Then his unveiled, sweet mercies show |
| Life's burdens light. |
| I kiss the cross, and wake to know |
| A world more bright. |
| And o'er earth's troubled, angry sea |
| I see Christ walk, |
| And come to me, and tenderly, |
| Divinely talk. |
| Thus Truth engrounds me on the rock, |
| Upon Life's shore, |
| 'Gainst which the winds and waves can shock, |
| Oh, nevermore! |
| From tired joy and grief afar, |
| And nearer Thee, — |
| Father, where Thine own children are, |
| I love to be. |
| My prayer, some daily good to do |
| To Thine, for Thee; |
| An offering pure of Love, whereto |
| God leadeth me. |
“Feed My Sheep”
| Shepherd, show me how to go |
| O'er the hillside steep, |
| How to gather, how to sow, — |
| How to feed Thy sheep; |
