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A BENEDICTION.

Thou art so near to me, I feel Thy hand
Shrouding Thy glory, Lord;
And in the deep cleft of the riven Rock
I see—the Living Word!

Thy mercy and Thy goodness are in Him
Whom I so dimly trace;
God of Glory, in Thy Holy Son
I now behold Thy face!

A BENEDICTION.

"Ye shall be a blessing: fear not, but let your hands be strong."—Zech. viii. 13.

God bless thee to-day with joy that never
   Shall fade, beloved, away:
Thine be the portion that endureth ever,
   Through life's long endless day.
Undying fruit shall spring from wintry hours,
   According to His word;
The rod shall blossom with celestial flowers,
   Laid up before the Lord.

Renew thy strength, and tread with true endeavor
   The path thy Master trod:
Safe! for His seal proclaims thee His for ever,
   Anointed with His blood.