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REST IN THE LOBD. 369
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LXV.-EEST IN THE LORD. ''
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. . ««~ ~ Goi> draws a cloud over each, ...
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Rest In The Lobd. 369
REST IN THE _LOBD . 369
Lxv.-Eest In The Lord. ''
LXV _.-EEST IN THE LORD . ''
. . ««~ ~ Goi> Draws A Cloud Over Each, ...
. . _««~ _~ Goi > draws a cloud over each , gleaming morn . Would we askwhy ?
It is because all noblest , things are born In agony .
Only upon some cross of pain or woe God ' s Son may lie ;
Each soul redeemed from self and sin must know Its Calvary .
Xet we must crave neither for joy nor _griefj God chooses best ;
He only knows our sick soul ' s fit relief , And gives us rest .
More than our feeble hearts can ever pine For holiness
That Father , in His , tenderness divine , Yearneth to bless _ .
Pie never sends a joy not meant in love , Still less a pain ;
Our gratitude His sunlight falls to prove—Our faith—the rain .
In His hands we are safe—we falter on Through storm and mire ;
Above , beside , around us there is One Will never tire .
What though we fall , and bruised and wounded lie , Our lips in dust
, God ' s arm shall lift us up to victory , In Him we trust .
For neither lifenor deathnor things below , , , ! N " or things above
, Shall ever sever us that we should go
From His great love . Frances Power Cobbe .
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English Woman’s Journal (1858-1864), Feb. 2, 1863, page 369, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/ewj/issues/ewj_02021863/page/9/
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