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Where True Peace is Found. 
Turn to God when all else fails you 
In this vale of tears called Life; 
Tie will comfort, He will cheer you, 
When you’re weary of its strife. 
Drawing nearer to your Savior, 
Show to Him your wounded heart, 
Torn with anguish, care, and sorrow, 
Bleeding yet from cruel dart. 
Or, before the altar kneeling, 
In some shadowy twilight gray. 
While the air is hushed to silence, 
At the closing of the day;— 
Kneeling in the blessed stillness, 
While the heart holds commune sweet 
With the hidden God, the Savior, 
In that hallowed, calm retreat. 
Lo! His grace from Heaven descending,— 
Floating on the mystic air,— 
From the Godhead’s throne of mercy, 
Fitting answer to your prayer. 
— Anon. 
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The spike or head of a plant of Indian corn 
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Usefulness. 
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