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Dinah Maria Mulock - The Lost Piece Of Silver
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HOLY Lord Jesus, Thou wilt search till Thou find 
This lost piece of silver,--this treasure enshrined 
In casket or bosom, once of such store; 
Now lying under the dust of Thy floor. 

Gentle Lord Jesus, Thou wilt move through the room-- 
So empty--so desolate! and light up its gloom: 
The lost piece of silver that no man can see, 
Merciful Jesus! is beheld clear by Thee. 

Defaced and degraded, trampled in the dust, 
Its superscription Thou knowest still we trust: 
And Thou wilt uplift it and make it re-shine, 
For it was silver--pure silver of Thine. 

Loving Lord Jesus, Thou wilt come through the dark, 
When men are all sleeping and no eye can mark. 
Though "clean forgotten, like a dead man out of mind," 
This lost piece of silver Thou wilt search for--and find.
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