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Pray, pray, thou who also weepest,— Proves the presence of the sun.
— Trials
Pray, pray, thou who also weepest,— Proves the presence of the sun.
The child of trial, to mortality And yet by such a fate prepared for heaven.
'Tis a lesson you should heed, Try, try, try again.
But noble souls, through dust and heat, The stronger.
Rocks whereon greatest men have oftest wreck'd.
There are no crown-wearers in heaven who were not cross-bearers here below.
As sure as ever God puts His children in the furnace, He will be in the furnace with them.
Trials teach us what we are; they dig up the soil, and let us see what we are made of; they just turn up some of the ill weeds on to the surface.
