O Love! Thou Makest All Things Even
by: Sarah Flower Adams (1805-1848)
O Love! thou makest all things even
In earth or heaven;
Finding thy way through prison-bars
Up to the stars;
Or, true to the Almighty plan,
That out of dust created man,
Thou lookest in a grave,--to see
Thine immortality
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Love
Nearer, My God, To Thee
He Sendeth Sun, He Sendeth Shower
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