The Reformed and His Wife
WIFE.
Now praise be to the giver
Of every good below,
That he should so deliver
Thy spirit from its wo:
My supplications earnest
He's answered from above,
In this that thou returnest
To joy, to me, and love.
HUSBAND:
Dear wife, I am unworthy
Of all this love of thine,
Nor could I dare deter thee
If now thou spurnest mine:
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WIFE
No more of self-complaining—
If wrongs have had their day
These tears of gladness raining,
Have washed them all away;
And, Willie, thou art dearer
Than ever yet before,And, wite, thou see desce
Since God hath drawn thee nearer
Unto himself, once more.
HUSBAND
But oh, there's no repaying
Thy years of wo, my Wife;
When bitter pangs were preying
Upon thy soul and Life.
Sick lonely and neglected
Still didst thou watch my way,
And for thy love rejected
Would sweeter love repay
Would sweeter love repay.
WIFE.
O Williel well I knew thee,
That thou wert good and kind,—
That kindness proffered to thee
An answer yet would find,—
Thank God! the seeds then scattered
Of gentleness and peace,
Though long with hot tears watered,
Bring forth their glad increase.
HUSBAND.
Ay, bless the Lord forever,
Who kept thy heart so well,
That thou, of all, shouldst never
Forsake me when I fell;
Forthis, thy sweet love, casting
Its sunshine o'er my life,
With mercies ever-lasting
God bless thee, O my Wife!
BOTH.
Now heart to heart re-plighted,
The path of life we'll tread,
And living, live united,
Or dying, still be wed;
Though age, with man y a wrinkle
Our fading cheeks may plow,
Love’s star, till death, shall twinkle
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