I was envious at the foolish, when I saw the prosperity of the wicked. When I thought to know this, it was too painful for me; until I went into the sanctuary of God; then understood I their end. (Psa. 73:3,16‑17) |
Gently loosens He thy hold Of the treasured former things — Loves and joys that were of old, Shapes to which the spirit clings — And alone, alone He stands, Stretching forth beseeching hands. |
In Thy strength my soul is still Clay within the potter’s hands, Molded by Thy tender will Mightier than all commands; Shaped and moved by Thee alone, Now, and evermore Thine own. |
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