[Written for the Sentinel]


I need Love's healing cup, earth's thirst to quell;Truth's strong, sure staff upon my upward way;To hear Thy voice, with cheering tones to tellThere is no night in God's eternal day.

I need Love's arm about me, midst the press;O'er all Thy smile to banish every care;To clasp Thy hand, in close pressed tenderness—For God is Love—and God is everywhere.

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