Child of God

HATTY MAY NASH

Hark, child of God!
This babbling mortal is not thy true self,
The image pure of Love!

Rise, child of God!
The fear that would ensnare thee is unreal;
It has nor place nor power.

Know, child of God,
Thy Father's presence here thy strength supplies,
And meets each daily need.

Sing, child of God,
Sweet songs of gratitude forevermore,
Thou image pure of Love!

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