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Thanksgiving

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Parent Issue
Day
25
Month
November
Year
1881
Copyright
Public Domain
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The saints asscmbled on Thanksgiving Day WUhio the temple of the Lord, to pray. 1 walked arnong the rest my praise to'bring lïelore the altar of the hvin'g King. I sang the atioration, but alas I I'lif M ighty Lord forbade my song to pass The portáis of His dwelline--place above, Although I praiscd Him for his constant love, Ilis tender mercies and abiding peace, Unfailing strenth, and, at least, surccase Of pain and grief. The Master said to me- "Oh listen, child, IVe fault to find with thee; Look down within thy heart, for there's a string, That makes a discord when you try to stng, Thou dost remcmbtT what a heavy woe W laid upon thy heart not long ago; Thou well hast secn the blessing, now looking tip And tkank thy Master for the bitter cup. But ere my eyes werc raised, the loosened chord Was tightcned by the tingers of my Lord. 1 thnught U neer could reach the ïol'ty tone Of other strings, and yet hi hand alone Soon brought it into perfect harmony, Although the tunining gvc such p.iin to me And Uien He spoke in whispers low and mild. "I want the praise of thy wholt heart. my ihilil,v And there before the altar of my King, Agaín I tried the song of praise to sing. And, lo ! the strains rose higher than tlie sun And rached the throne of the Eturnal Unc

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Subjects
Ann Arbor Courier
Old News