Poem June 17, 1944 Issue

Sunday School Hour

GLADYS MURRAY RICHARDS

Oh, may this hour hallowed be,
When we may feel so close to Thee
We lose earth's barren, empty waste,
And heaven's peace and glory taste.
We taste and see that God is good,
Life, Truth, and Love are understood,
And grateful hearts sing and rejoice,
We learn Thy way,
We hear Thy voice.

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