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To the rebellious, the evil and good,
He giveth in wondrous grace;
He showereth His favours on just and unjust,
His choicest He pours upon all who trust,
On all who will seek His face.

Covet we earnestly God's best gifts,
Come we behind in nought;
Richly He giveth, upbraiding us not,
Incessantly giveth, maintaining our lot,
He giveth all blessing sought.

Praise we the Giver, our Lord, our Love,
For bounties so free, so great;
All things are more precious as His good gifts,
Most blessed are we as His love uplifts
E'en us to His high estate.


"THAT THEY ALL MAY BE ONE."
As numerous lines from varied distance drawn
Meet in one common centre; nearing that,
Each nearing each more closely till at length
They blend themselves in one: e'en so the hearts
(No matter how diverse their origin)
Whose love acknowledges one sovereign Lord
Will, as they nearer live to Him they love,
Draw nearer to each other, till at length,
If not on earth, yet on a happier shore,
Their every difference will be merged in Truth.