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BREAD CAST ON THE WATERS.
But will see thee clothed in radiance,
Such as only angels wear,
With the new name God has given,
Written on thy forehead fair.
Such as only angels wear,
With the new name God has given,
Written on thy forehead fair.
BREAD CAST ON THE WATERS.
A beggar stood in the sunshine.
That lighted my cabin-door;
I placed in his hands a pittance,
'Twas small, but I had no more.
Years after, when want was round me,
And sorrow had pressed me sore,
There came from a far-off country,
A rich and bounteous store.
Then I thought of God's blessed promise,
As I looked on the golden grain;
For the bread I once cast on the waters
Had returned to me again.
That lighted my cabin-door;
I placed in his hands a pittance,
'Twas small, but I had no more.
Years after, when want was round me,
And sorrow had pressed me sore,
There came from a far-off country,
A rich and bounteous store.
Then I thought of God's blessed promise,
As I looked on the golden grain;
For the bread I once cast on the waters
Had returned to me again.
I, stood in the silent midnight,
Beside the couch of pain;
I calmed the troubled spirit,
And I soothed the fevered brain.
Years after, when grief and sickness
A victim in me had found,
Kind hearts bent over my pillow,
And I knew there were angels around.
Beside the couch of pain;
I calmed the troubled spirit,
And I soothed the fevered brain.
Years after, when grief and sickness
A victim in me had found,
Kind hearts bent over my pillow,
And I knew there were angels around.
