  We know that we’re stubborn and willful, And tho’ we have kindly been shown The true way, which God has appointed, We often go on in our own. And thus we go on in the darkness, Groping our way thro’ the night; Unmindful ofttimes of His goodness, And missing His glorious light. But still He looks down with compassion, And e’en thro’ life’s greatest alarms We’re sheltered and safely protected, As weak little lambs in His arms. Could we but have more of His goodness Implanted each day in our heart, Perhaps there are others about us Who’d feel the rich joy we’d impart. Could our love, every day, be to others As the love from our Maker above, O what a grand army of brothers Would be banded together in love! |
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