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SUNDAY WHEN THE CHURCH BELLS RING 199 |
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His grace unbounded
In love is founded;
The humblest creature
May share His nature —
The lowest depth and the highest height.
To-day we languish
In grief and anguish,
But earthly sorrow
Shall fade to-morrow : —
After the storm the sun shines bright.
Sweet peace and pleasure
In boundless measure
We know is given
In the gardens of heaven;
And thither my hopes yearn day and night/"
The grandmother sat still with folded hands and an expression of indescribable joy on her face, such as Heidi had never seen there before, although the tears were running down her cheeks. When Heidi stopped reading she said entreatingly : —
" Oh, just once more, Heidi, let me hear it just once more : —
'To-day we languish
In grief and anguish.' "
And the child began again and read with eager delight: —
" To-day we languish In grief and anguish, But earthly sorrow Shall fade to-morrow: — After the storm the sun shines bright. |
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