FEBRUARY FIFTEENTH
The night I know is nigh at hand,The mists lie low on hill and bay,The autumn sheaves are brown and dry,But I have had the day.
If thou faint in the day of adversity, thy strength is small?too small to be worth talking about, for the day of adversity is its first real opportunity.?Maltbie Babcock.
Nay, in all these things we are more than conquerors through him that loved us.?Romans 8. 37.
My Father, may my daily work not be the means of separating me from thee, but may I have thee for my companion through my work. Forbid that I should ever submit to despair from weakness of body, but that I may be blest and grow strong as my spirit lives in thee. Amen.
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