COMFORT

Because I learn to lean on Thee,Thy goodness calms and strengthens me,And sin, disease, and darkness flee.My comfort is divine.Because my yearning heart withstoodThe opposite of Life and good,I learn to taste sweet spiritual food.My comfort is divine.Because Thy love upholdeth meMy life is praise continually.Truth proven is security,Dear Comforter divine.

Rose Ethel Walt

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