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AND THE WOMEN PRAYED by MAXWELL STRUTHERS BURT

First Line: DEAR LORD, WHO LOVETH PASSING WELL
Last Line: THINE OWN BELOVED SON?
Subject(s): JESUS CHRIST; LOVE; PRAYER;
DEAR Lord, who loveth passing well
Thine own beloved Son,
What do they win, these little prayers,
That seek Thee one by one:
These little prayers that find Thy feet
Like doves whose flight is done?

The little prayer of Mary Rose
Who pleads on worn knee
That Thou keep safe from cruel things
Her pretty lad at sea:
The little prayer of this pale one,
Before the candles seven,
Begging Thee guard till she be there
Her little child in Heaven.
What do they win, these little prayers,
That seek Thee one by one;
Dear Lord, who loveth passing well
Thine own beloved Son?



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