To Him who never spurned

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Fading away in prayer,

A noon of gladness there.

To pillow and bless at night,—

Jinnie, so bonnie and bright!

Crowned by that golden hair;

Will all my lambs be there?

I bow my head and pray,

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Suffer them not to stray."

Over life's stormy tide,

Saviour be thou my guide.

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