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Hath wisely ordered in his gracious care,
That you work out an answer to your prayer.

Prayers are but useless things, if in one's life
Is lived no prayer; but spent in useless strife.
Are the rich talents God has kindly given,
That this fair earth may prove a type of Heaven;
The dear Lord came to cleanse a world from sin;
Faith in his loving grace will pardon win;
While the pure teachings of his Holy Word
Show care for others, service to the Lord.

Faith, to prove true, must lead to loving deeds,
That soothe and cheer humanity's great needs;
That worship finds in act, and word, and thought,
Whose very texture is with love inwrought.
Ben Isaac, if your soul would find release
From grief, and view life's angles round to happy peace,
Go see your Saviour in each suffering soul,
And mend your broken joys by making others whole."

Ben Isaac woke—in lingering music crept
The words his heart had garnered while he slept;
He almost thought, in the rich morning light,
He saw the angel's gleaming robes of white.
Back to the busy haunts of life his way he took,
A chastened earnestness in mien and look;
Henceforth his life bore loving fruit for Heaven,
And alms as well as prayers were freely given.

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