  Oft when the rain-drops fall, We pray for sunlight fair; Oft when the day is bright, We seek the cooling shade; Oft when the robins call, We long for tree-tops bare; Oft when the ground is white, We wish that spring had stayed. But God who ruleth all, And keeps us in His care, Doth plan all things aright, Which for our good He made; Our gifts, so poor and small, Cannot with His compare, And if we trust His might His promise will not fade. |
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