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Say Not, My Soul
Say not, my soul, “From whence
Can God relieve my care'
Remember that Omnipotence
Hath servants everywhere.
His help is always sure,
His methods seldom guessed;
Surprise will give it zest.
Delay will make our pleasure pure;
His wisdom is sublime,
His heart profoundly kind;
God never is before His time,
And never is behind.
Hast thou assumed a load
Which none will bear with thee'
And art thou bearing it for God,
And shall He fail to see'
- J. J. Lynch
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