Wednesday Evening Meeting

When I have come where human heartsAre prompted by the urge to praiseThe God of life, to whom belongThe power and beauty of our days;

And from the silent wells of prayerSpring floods of love and gratitude,While hearts lay bare, in childlike faith,The simple mysteries of good;

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