KING AND FATHER
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Yet, Thou forgettest all, Father above.
Remembering nought but Thine infinite love:
Stretching those wounded Hands out to our aid;
Telling us tenderly, “Be not afraid!”
Ready to help us, if only we call —
Nothing too weak for kneel nothing too small;
Ready to hear, when we kneel on the sod;
Thou our Redeemer, our Father, our God!
