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The Son’s love and truth - a religious poem. |
| The glee of knowing - His love’s bestowing! Gathered, glowing - and presence growing - A bothered gent - His voice is sent - So pure and spent, and oh, so bent! Inventions, deeds, and God’s truth bleeds. Those certain needs, and Heaven leads! The Almighty gives it, for each one lives it; Souls saintly for it - His throne forgives it… These days numbered - truth encumbered - A Cross remembered - and Jesus slumbered… |