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Wisely, our Father does decree—
    And God is wise—
That we, His children, shall not see;
And so He veils futurity
    From mortal eyes,
Knowing, if we should see the road,
Many would sink beneath their load
    Never to rise.
But though He blinds us day by day,
God gives new strength, and leads the way.




Yuletide.
O happy, blessed season,
O time of joy and mirth,
When all feuds cease, and gentle peace
And goodwill reign on earth.

Sweet season of re union,
When the long absent come,
On winged feet again to greet
The dear old folk at home.

When children and their children throng
Around the grey-haired sire;
While the holly gleams in the dancing beams
Of the ruddy, glowing fire.

O merry, joyous Yuletide,
We welcome thee again,
Although our gladness is tinged with sadness,
Like a song with a sad refrain.