TWO hands upon the breast, And labor`s done; Two pale feet crossed in rest-- The race is won; Two eyes with coin-weights shut, And all tears cease; Two lips where grief is mute, Anger at peace":-- So pray we oftentimes, mourning our lot God in his kindness answereth not. "Two hands to work addrest Aye for His praise; Two feet that never rest Walking His ways; Two eyes that look above Through all their tears; Two lips still breathing love, Not wrath, nor fear"; So pray we afterwards, low on our knees; Pardon those erring prayers! Father, hear these!SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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