Another little volume filled with varied verse and song,
Should wake another note of praise, unheard, but deep and strong;
For He who knows my truest need, and leads me day by day,
Has given the music that hath been such solace on my way.
I bless Thee, gracious Father, who hast molded praise from pain,
And turned a wail of mourning to a trustful, calm refrain,
To many a sorrow giving me an afterward of song,
And wafting it to other hearts in comfort true and strong.
I bless Thee, gracious Father, for Thy pleasant gift to me,
And earnestly I ask Thee that it may always be
In perfect consecration laid at Thy glorious feet,
Touched with Thine altar-fire, and made an offering pure and Sweet
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