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A HOLY Father's constant care
Keeps watch, with an unwearying eye,
To see what fruits His children bear -
Fruits that may suit their calling high;
Takes ever knowledge of our state:
What dims communion with His love,
Might check our growth, or seperate
Our hearts from what's revealed above.
O wonderous love! that ne'er forgets
The objects of its tender care;
May chasten still, while sin besets,
To warn and guard them where they are;
Yet ne'er forgets, but feeds them still
With tokens of His tender love;
Will keep till, freed from every ill,
They find their rest with Him above.
O wonderous, infinite, divine!
Keep near, our souls to that blest place
Where all those heav'nly glories shine,
Which suit the brightness of His face.
O lowliness, how feebly known,
That meets the grace that gave the Son!
That waits to serve Him as His own,
Till grace, what grace began, shall crown.

J.N. Darby

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"Wherefore encourage one another, and build up each one the other, even as also ye do."