I give a patient God
My patient heart,
And grasp his banner still,
Though all its blue be dim;
These stripes, no less than stars,
Lead after Him.
—M. W. Howland.
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FATHER OF MERCIES
Father of mercies, thy children have wandered
I give a patient God
My patient heart,
And grasp his banner still,
Though all its blue be dim;
These stripes, no less than stars,
Lead after Him.
—M. W. Howland.
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Father of mercies, thy children have wandered