Poem February 25, 1933 Issue

Sing Praises

ANNE H. BROGAN

I sang a song of praise that day,
And all my troubles fled away;
A happy song to God above,
Who made the universe of love;
A song of gratitude and praise,
To Him who governs all my ways.
I sang a song of praise that day,
And all my heartache fled away.

My song of joy its message bore
To one whose weary heart was sore,
And in her heart a song was born—
Ah, brighter to her was the morn.

I sang a song of praise by night,
And all the earth was filled with light;
A song of praise that God is Love,
That He abides in heaven above;
A song of peace that I could see
His loving care safeguarding me.
I sang a song of praise by night;
It filled my heart with God's own light!

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