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Songs From The St. Lawrence - Christian Inspirational & Sacred Songs

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Believeth well of erring man, Believeth all that virtue can.
Hopeth, hopeth ever •
With a strength divine, A purpose naught can sever From the deathless mind: Hopeth ever, hopeth on, Till the sun of life goes down.
Endureth all things, too, With a patient trust; Endureth every blow— Bows meekly to the worst; Turns away the smitten cheek But to turn the other back.
'Twas mid-day, and the summer's sun was high ;
Nature seem'd sick'ning 'neath its burning glare; No shadowing clouds were hanging in the sky,
No cooling breath was in the sultry air. I saw around me no refreshing shade, No shadowy rocks to screen my naked head ; No cooling breezes fann'd my throbbing brow,— Languid, I droop'd beneath that fervid glow. S
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