May God, who gave you to me for a friend Reveal Himself to you More fully, and all earth-torn fissures mend Better than we could do; While on His Word alone shall each depend, And every dawn anew On swift white wings of prayer a blessing send, Purer than dew; That in His love our lives unseen may blend And, daily, closer, through His life ascend, As Truth's bright rays our outward days defend From aught that love could rue; So that the joy enfolding us may lend Joy to the whole world too, Till, ripened in the Love which knows no end All ages through, We dwell in that high secret place, my friend, Love always knew!
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