Life is not commonplace,For every dayHe gives us work for Him,Each in our space.
Life is not commonplace,For every dayHis perfect will for usWe hourly trace.
Life is not commonplace,For every dayWe gain some vict'ryFor the God of Grace.
Quogue, July, 1914.
"REJOICE! AGAIN REJOICE!"
I will truly rejoice, O my Master! For the fruit of the Spirit is joy,And the more we are filled with the Spirit, The more will He evil destroy.
For 'tis evil to murmur at hardness— What else can the soldier expect?If the Captain endured them before him, What ills can the private reject?
I will truly rejoice, O my Saviour! For the joy of the Lord is our strength,And 'tis strength that we need every moment, And joy will be habit at length.
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