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"EXCEEDING RICHES OF HIS GRACE".

Patience! Let me wait His coming;
He will share my desert road;
He will keep the soul He purchased
With the ransom of His blood.

Though so bright, so blest, so beauteous,
Doth my heavenly mansion shine,
Something fairer, something dearer,
There I look to claim as mine.

Oh, it is Thyself, Lord Jesus!
For the richest Gift above
All the gifts art Thou, sweet Giver,
Who hast crowned me with Thy love.

Grace He'll grant, and I shall need it
When before His throne I come,
Hear His voice, that quelled the tempest,
Bid His weary wanderer home.

I shall see His face that sorrowed
O'er His faithless friends, and trace
Smiles that beamed upon the children
Folded in His fond embrace.

I shall know the way He led me
Through the flame and through the flood,
And on many an unseen blessing,
Read the record, "Asked of God."