Some lives are set in narrow ways,
By Love’s wise tenderness.
They seem to suffer all their days
Life’s direst storm and stress.
But God shall raise them up at length,
His purposes are sure,
He for their weakness shall give strength,
For every ill a cure.
(John Oxenham)
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