Generations have trod, have trod, have trod;
And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil;
And wears man’s smudge and shares man’s smell: the soil
Is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod.
And for all this, nature is never spent;
There lives the dearest freshness deep down things...
Monday 3 June 2013
Your Unfailing Love
Know in thy heart that, as a man chasteneth his son, so Jehovah thy God chasteneth thee. (Deuteronomy 8:5)
Surely your goodness and unfailing love will pursue me all the days of my life... (Psalm 23:6)
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