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Say a word in season,
Kind or wise or true;
Then, thy voice forgetting,
Echo it anew.

Do a deed for others,
Self-denying be,
But—thy left hand never
Must the right one see.


TRUST
:::The morning breaks
   And gloom forsakes
The soul that trusts in Thee;
For where Thou art there shall be light,
In cloud by day, in flame by night,
And strength Thou givest me.

   The upward gaze,
   Through darkened days,
Can silver lining see;
Through parted clouds, in rifts of blue,
Thy love and mercy shineth through,
If I but lean on Thee.

   In death's dark hour,
   Thy mighty power
Can light the shadowy vale;
With glimpse of streets of shining gold,
Of glories tongue has never told,
Why should my spirit quail!

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