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Rock Of Ages

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Parent Issue
Day
21
Month
January
Year
1881
Copyright
Public Domain
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"Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Lct me hide myself in thee '" Sang the lady soft and low. And her voices gent Ie flow Kose upon the evening air W:th Ihat sweet and solemn prayer, 'Rock of Ages, cleft for me. Let me hide myself n ther " Yet she sang as oft she had When lier lie.irt va gav umi l:itl, Sang because she feit alone, sanj; because her soul had grown Weary with the tedious day; sint; lo white the hours awav, ''Rock of Ages, clett lor me. Let me hide myself in thee '" When the fitful gaslight fuik On her lat her 's massie waJls, On the chili and silent street Where the light and shadows meet ; There the lady's voice was hcard. As the breath of nig-ht was tirred Witfa her tones so svveet and clcai, Wiifting iip to God that prayer ; "Kyk of Ages, cíeft for rae. Lee me hide myself in the "' Wandering, homeless. thro' the night, Praying for the morning üght, Pale and haggard, wan and weak, With sunken eye and hollow cl Went a woman, one whose life Had been wrecked ín sin and strife : One, a lost and only child, One by sin and shame defilcd ; And her heart, with sorrow wrung, Ileard the lady when she sung. "Rock of Ages, cleft for me. Let me hide myself in thee '" Pausing, low her head she bent, And the music as it went Pierced her blackenM soul, and broughl Hack to her (as lost in thought Xreniblinjly she stood) the pat, And the burning tears teil fast, As she called to mind the days When she walked in virtu's w When slie sang that very song With no sense of sin or wrong ; Rock of Ag, cleft for me. Let me hide niysell in t!ni " Oa the marble steps slie km-lt, And her soul thal tnoment feit More than she could speak, as there Ct_uivering, moved her ups in And the God she had forgot Smiled upon her lonely ltt Meard her as she murmured olt, With an accent sweet and soft, "Hoek of Ages, dcfl ftw me. Let me liide myscll in thee I Little knew the lady fair, As she sang in silence there, That her voice had pierctd a soul That hath lived 'neath sin's contrcil I Little knew when she had done, That a lost and erring one Ileard her - as she breathed that strain - A nd rrtiirneu to God again !

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Ann Arbor Courier
Old News