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AMEN, AMEN

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I CANNOT say,

Beneath the pressure of life’s cares today,

I joy in these;

But I can say

That I would rather walk this rugged way,

 If Him it please.

I cannot feel

That all is well when dark’ning clouds conceal

The shining sun;

But then I know

God lives and loves; and say, since it is so,

“Thy will be done.”

I cannot speak

In happy tones; the tear-drops on my cheek

Show I am sad;

But I can speak

Of grace to suffer with submission meek,

Until made glad.

I do not see

Why God should e’en permit some things to be,

When He is love;

But I can see,

Though often dimly, through the mystery,

His hand above.

I may not try

To keep the hot tears back; but hush that sigh,

 “It might have been;”

And try to still

Each rising murmur, and to God’s sweet will

Respond—”AMEN.”