None but Thy loved ones can receive.
. . . . . . . . .
O Christ, through changeful years my Guide,
My Comforter in sorrow’s night,
My Friend when friendless—still abide,
My Lord, my Counselor, my Light.
My times, my powers, I give to Thee;
My inmost soul ’tis Thine to move;
I wait for Thy eternity,
I wait, in peace, in praise, in love.”[6]