[Written for the Sentinel]

Victory

I Thank Thee, God, for Thy correcting voice,
Which guides me tenderly throughout each day;
For, chastened by Thy love, I can rejoice
In sacrificing self to gain Thy way.

I thank Thee, too, for Truth that lifts me up
Above the ways of men, unto Thy throne.
Spare not the rod, nor e'en the bitter cup
Till I forsake my will and seek Thine own.

Whate'er I do, I need Thy sweet command;
Oh, keep my heart receptive to its word,
That I may learn of Thee, and understand
The blessings Thou hast given me, dear Lord.

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November 16, 1918
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