IN MY HOUSE

Oh, may my words, like gentle rainThat lifts the drooping flower again,Arouse the fainting heart to learnIn confidence to God to turn,Knowing His bounty ever fallsOn him who asks or knocks or calls,And to a hungry wanderer's cryWill never bread of Truth deny.So when a lonely one draws nearAnd pleads for help from want or fear,May I from out my bounteous storeGive, and the Lord will give me more.My house is full of oil and wineAnd bread and meat, dear God, for Thine,That one who seeks for Thee, to blessAnd bring him from the wilderness,From loneliness, from doubt, despair.When to my house he will repair,Then he and I will kneel and say,"We have all good from God today."

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