unto Me, the Master says:--
††††††††††† But how? I am not good;
thankful song my heart will raise,
am not sorry for the past,
weary strife would ever last
thou no burden then to bear?
all around so very fair?
thou no sickness in thy soul?
go in peace, for thou art whole;
mock me not! I often sigh;
faint sad painóbut such that I
come to him who made thy heart:
come to Jesus is thy part,
grief, new hope he will bestow,
thy heart himself will go,
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