When I track my weary way,
When fresh trials come each day,
When my faith and hope are dim,
Then, my soul,...
And so with the sheep we earnestly plead
For the sake of the lambs today,
For when sheep are lost, what...
“Last year I fell in Hodgkin’s well
Head first,” said Cyrus Brown.
“With both my heels a’sticking up,
My head a’pointing down.
God hath not promised skies always blue,
Flower–strewn pathways all our lives through;
God hath not promised sun without rain,