Poems (Toke)/Saint Barnabas's day

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SAINT BARNABAS'S DAY.
OH! God of comfort! Thou alone The 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!



J. AND W. RIDER, PRINTERS, LONDON.

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