THE WEEK OF PRAYER.
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A vision bright that came and went,
One flash of joy, and all was o'er;
A boon which Heaven a moment lent
And then withdrew forevermore.
One flash of joy, and all was o'er;
A boon which Heaven a moment lent
And then withdrew forevermore.
'T were vain to wish thy hours of rest
With thoughts of one might radiant be
Who, of thy friendship still possessed,
Through all the years remembers thee.
With thoughts of one might radiant be
Who, of thy friendship still possessed,
Through all the years remembers thee.
But may I hope, while far apart
We are, and others win thy praise,
Thou wilt not quite forget the heart
That bows in love to thee always.
We are, and others win thy praise,
Thou wilt not quite forget the heart
That bows in love to thee always.
The Week of Prayer.
"A season of refreshing from
The presence of the Lord"
Ensues when saints together come,
And join in sweet accord
To praise the "Giver of all good";
And, for His constant care,
To render heartfelt gratitude—
As in the "Week of Prayer."
The presence of the Lord"
Ensues when saints together come,
And join in sweet accord
To praise the "Giver of all good";
And, for His constant care,
To render heartfelt gratitude—
As in the "Week of Prayer."
