Be this my prayer, at each new reveille:
"Thy soldier guard and keep him true to thee
Till smoke of battle shall be rolled away,
And, cloudless, dawn the Everlasting Day."
"Thy soldier guard and keep him true to thee
Till smoke of battle shall be rolled away,
And, cloudless, dawn the Everlasting Day."
A BIT OF BLUE
What though the skies seem leaden, the days too long or drear,
What if the burden wearies, though falleth oft the tear?
I know that rifts are opening and brightness breaking through,
That, somewhere in His heaven, God sets a bit of blue.
What if the burden wearies, though falleth oft the tear?
I know that rifts are opening and brightness breaking through,
That, somewhere in His heaven, God sets a bit of blue.
I know He loves me truly, though sending trials sore;
That He will lead me gently, o'er paths untrod before;
Though I may stumble often, or long for pastures new,
In His good time I, surely, shall find that bit of blue.
That He will lead me gently, o'er paths untrod before;
Though I may stumble often, or long for pastures new,
In His good time I, surely, shall find that bit of blue.
It cometh oft by trusting; I may not earthward gaze,
I may not seek to fathom the wisdom of His ways,
But, looking ever upward, I'll strive His will to do,
Till, somber storm-clouds parting, I see my bit of blue.
I may not seek to fathom the wisdom of His ways,
But, looking ever upward, I'll strive His will to do,
Till, somber storm-clouds parting, I see my bit of blue.
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