My enjoyments in this world
are but few, and are fast diminishing; and I know that they will
not refuse an old man's request that they close this service of song
by each singing along some hymn that will strengthen our faith in
the unseen Friend who watches over us all."
Van Berg looked at Miss Burton.
"We cannot refuse such an appeal," she said.
"I fear that I shall seem a hypocrite in complying," Van Berg
answered, in a low tone. "How can I make a distinctly recognized
effort to strengthen faith in others when lacking faith myself."
Her eyes flashed up to his, in sudden and strong approval. "I
like that," she said. "It always gives me a sense of security and
safety when I meet downright honesty. In no way can you better
strengthen our faith than by being perfectly true. You give me a
good example of sincerity," she added slowly, "and perhaps my hymn
will teach submission more than faith. While I am singing it you
may find something that will not express more than you feel."
In her sweet, low, yet penetrating voice, that now had a pathos which
melted every heart, she sang the following words, which, like the
perfume of crushed violets, have risen in prayer from many bruised
and broken sprits:
"My God, my father, while I stray
Far from my home on life's rough way,
Oh teach me from my heart to say,
Thy will be done.
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