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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=408191" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Long Did I Toil</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Long did I toil, and knew no earthly rest,<br>Far did I rove, and found no certain home;<br>At last I sought them in His sheltering breast,<br>Who opes His arms, and bids the weary come:<br>With Him I found a home, a rest divine,<br>And since then I am His, and He is mine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The good I have is from His stores supplied,<br>The ill is only what He deems the best;<br>He for my Friend, I’m rich with naught beside,<br>And poor without Him, though of all possessed:<br>Changes may come, I take, or I resign,<br>Content, while I am His, while He is mine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Whate’er may change, in Him no change is seen,<br>A glorious Sun that wanes not nor declines;<br>Above the clouds and storms He walks serene,<br>And on His people’s inward darkness shines:<br>All may depart—I fret not, nor repine,<br>While I my Savior’s am, while He is mine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">While here, alas! I know but half His love,<br>But half discern Him, and but half adore;<br>But when I meet Him in the realms above,<br>I hope to love Him better, praise Him more,<br>And feel, and tell, amid the choir divine,<br>How fully I am His, and He is mine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Henry+Francis+Lyte">Henry Francis Lyte</a><div class=q>
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Far did I rove, and found no certain home;
At last I sought them in His sheltering breast,
Who opes His arms, and bids the weary come:
With Him I found a home, a rest divine,
And since then I am His, and ..."></div>
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