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| by May Wacaster |
While we walk in
the wilderness
And meet with
trials sore,
We feel the
blessings of Thy tenderness
In Thy love
bestowed before.
In all our trials
we seek Thy face,
For the Peace we
cannot understand;
Yet in faith we are
constrained to place
Life and Soul into
Thy Hand.
On this common Day
of Thanks, we give
To Thee, our songs
we raise,
That for every
moment that we live
It is Thy name we
praise.
