BETWEEN THE DAYS.
Between the days, the weary days. He drops the darkness and the dews; O’er tired eyes His hands He lays, And strength and hope and life renews. Thank God for rest between the days! Else who could bear the battle’s stress, Or who withstand the tempest’s shocks ? Who tread the weary wilderness Among the pitfalls and the rocks. Came not the night with folded flocks p The white lijfeht scorches, and the plain Stretches before us, parched with heat; But, bye and bye, the fierce beams wane, And lo! the nightfall, cool and sweet. With dews to bathe our aching feet! For lie remembereth our frame! Even for this 1 render praise, O tender Master, slow to blame The falterer on life’s stormy ways. Abide with us between the days!
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White Ribbon, Volume 23, Issue 271, 18 January 1918, Page 14
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133BETWEEN THE DAYS. White Ribbon, Volume 23, Issue 271, 18 January 1918, Page 14
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