On Auke's hand a golden circlet bears
The household motto, simple, strong and pure,—
Carved o'er the doorway, graven on each heart,
"God's work alone brings wages sure."
And as he tells the story of the days,
Many and long since last "God's meal" he shared,
Each heart, each voice, sings gladly, "Praise the Lord,"
"For work, for wages, for the household spared."
The household motto, simple, strong and pure,—
Carved o'er the doorway, graven on each heart,
"God's work alone brings wages sure."
And as he tells the story of the days,
Many and long since last "God's meal" he shared,
Each heart, each voice, sings gladly, "Praise the Lord,"
"For work, for wages, for the household spared."
And so "God's meal" is eaten, and the day
Ends, wrapped about with night's encircling calm;
Each heart is filled with tender, brooding peace,
Sweet as the incense of a Sabbath psalm.
Thus week by week in pious homes they count
God's Providences, "wages" of His love,
And in "God's meal" see type and promise sure,
Of glad reunion in the home above.
Ends, wrapped about with night's encircling calm;
Each heart is filled with tender, brooding peace,
Sweet as the incense of a Sabbath psalm.
Thus week by week in pious homes they count
God's Providences, "wages" of His love,
And in "God's meal" see type and promise sure,
Of glad reunion in the home above.
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