TO THE FUTURE OCCUPANT OF MY HOME.
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Still another I implore,
Of importance more than this;
When the needy at thy door,
That they never me may miss;
Of thy goods O give a share,
Speak a tender word for me;
While ascends my daily prayer,
I will offer one for thee.
Of importance more than this;
When the needy at thy door,
That they never me may miss;
Of thy goods O give a share,
Speak a tender word for me;
While ascends my daily prayer,
I will offer one for thee.
Like the Dove, alone and dreary,
Henceforth from this Ark I go;
Searching till my heart may weary
For a resting-place below;
Like the Dove of olden story,
Happy would it be for me
Should I find that peace, that glory,
In that Ark, O God, with Thee.
Henceforth from this Ark I go;
Searching till my heart may weary
For a resting-place below;
Like the Dove of olden story,
Happy would it be for me
Should I find that peace, that glory,
In that Ark, O God, with Thee.
