How lovely are the faces,
Of the men who talk with God;
Lit with an inner sureness
Of the path their feet have trod.
How gentle is the manner
Of a man who walks with Him;
No strength can overcome him,
And no cloud his courage dim.
Such lives are free from doubt and
fear,
While others merely plod,
But lovely faces mark the men
Who walk and talk with God.
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