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Poem August 27, 1955 Issue

DAY OF REJOICING

Edith Jane Caslake

Father, no weary hour is mine;
No sadness cumbers me;
Thy loving-kindness gives me strength
And joy unceasingly.

I worship Thee with hands not clasped,
But ministering each day;
Grant me the loving services,
The tender touch, alway.

Edith Jane Caslake

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