The
bread that bringeth strength I want to give,
The
water pure that bids the thirsty live:
I
want to help the fainting day by day;
I'm
sure I shall not pass again this way.
I
want to give the oil of joy for tears,
The
faith to conquer crowding doubts and fears.
Beauty
for ashes may I give alway:
I'm
sure I shall not pass again this way.
I
want to give some measure running o'er,
And
into angry hearts I want to pour
The
answer soft that turneth wrath away;
I'm
sure I shall not pass again this way.
I
want to give to others hope and faith,
I
want to do all that the Master saith;
I
want to live aright from day to day;
I'm
sure I shall not: pass again this way.
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