June 19

Though He slay me, yet will I trust Him.

CLOTHER of the lily, Feeder of the sparrow, Father of the fatherless, dear Lord,

Thou' Thou set me as a mark against Thine arrow, As a prey unto Thy sword,

As a ploughed-up field beneath Thy harrow, As a captive in Thy cord,

Let that cord be love; and some day make my narrow Hallowed bed according to Thy word. Amen.

CHRIS-

TINA G.

ROSSETTI

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