You Love the Lord’you Cannot See
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You love the Lord’—you cannot see’—
You write Him’—every day’—
A little note’—when you awake’—
And further in the Day.
An Ample Letter’—How you miss’—
And would delight to see’—
But then His House’—is but a Step’—
And Mine’s’—in Heaven’—You see.