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et it seemed hard among my heavy cares-- That bitter day. I wanted joy; but Thou didst know for me That sorrow was the gift I needed most, And in its mystic depths I learned to see The Holy Ghost. I wanted health; but thou didst bid me sound The secret treasuries of pain, And in the moans and groans my heart oft found Thy Christ again. I wanted wealth; 'twas not the better part; There is a wealth with poverty oft given. And thou didst teach me of the gold of heart-- Best gift of heaven. I thank thee, Lord, for these unanswered prayers, And for thy word, the quiet, kindly "Nay." 'Twas thy withholding lightened all my cares That blessed day. --Oliver Huckel. THE GLORIOUS MORN Open the shutters free and wide. And "glorify the room"; That no dark shadows here may bide-- That there be naught of gloom. What joy to breathe the morning air, And see the sun again; With living things God's love to share, In recompense for pain. --Henry Coyle. For all the evils under the sun There is some remedy or none; If there is one be sure to find it; If there is none, why, never mind it. EVENING PRAISE Again, O God, the night shuts down, Again I kneel to praise! Thy wisdom, love, and truth and power Have long made glad my days. And, now, with added gratitude, An evening hymn I raise. I take the attitude of prayer, But not for gifts to plead; Thy bounty, far beyond desert, Has more than met my need; So, well content, I worship Thee In thought and word and deed. Thou bidst me ask, if I'd receive, And seek, if I would find; But surely Thou wilt not condemn A heart to trust inclined. Give what is best; Thou knowest all. How blest the quiet mind! I praise thee that in all the hours And moments, as they glide, Thy providence enfoldeth close; Thy blessings rich abide; And Thou dost keep in perfect peace Those who in thee confide. I praise thee for what seemeth good, And for what seemeth ill. Appearances are vain deceits; Above them stands thy will; By faith, not sight, thy children walk, In hottest fire hold still. Accept the off'ring that I lay In
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