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Thou'lt have some garden spices,
 Though thy land seem bleak and bare,
For 'mid the many mansions
 There blooms a garden fair.

Send forth thy heart-store bravely,
 No prayer hath e'er been lost;
Thy tears and sighs are numbered;
 Thy Father knows the cost.
"With loving heart devising
 Burdens for every breeze,
Trust thou the wealth to meet them
 In God's rich granaries.

Send it! In worldly blindness
 If men should mock thy trade,
God's blessings rest upon thee,
 Lade on! be not afraid;
Mean unto them thy measure,
 The prayer of patient years,
Or thy heart's secret service,
 That Jesus' smile endears.

Thy track may seem all shadow,
 And hope be lost to sight;
Fear not—trust on: the darkness
 To Christ, the Lord, is light.