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SAINT BARNABAS'S DAY.
H! God of comfort! Thou aloneThe throbbing heart canst still,
And with that peace earth cannot give,
The lonely bosom fill;
Upon the wounded spirit, Thou
Canst pour Thy healing balm,
And shed o'er life's hot, weary day
The dew of holiest calm.
O that to us Thou wouldst in love
That blesséd gift impart,
And make us "sons of comfort" prove
To many a weary heart!
O that like holy Barnabas,
Full of Thy faith and fear,
Our daily path might leave a glow,
Like angel footsteps, here!
That blesséd gift impart,
And make us "sons of comfort" prove
To many a weary heart!
O that like holy Barnabas,
Full of Thy faith and fear,
Our daily path might leave a glow,
Like angel footsteps, here!
J. AND W. RIDER, PRINTERS, LONDON.
