Poem March 30, 1940 Issue

Security

EMILY C. WHITELAW

Within Thy shelter, Love divine,
No evil thoughts assail;
In Thy pure presence, peace is mine;
No error can prevail.

When hid with Christ in Thee, I find
A life both full and free;
My daily bread, Thy thoughts divine,
Love's angels sent to me.

Those angel thoughts bring peace and joy,
Thy table spread for me.
My cup is full. I thank Thee, Love,
For all Thou art to me.

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