We must draw our life,
By the ever uplooking
Hunger of the Spirit:
Every moment....fresh,
From the Living One;
For it is He,
Who feeds....who warms;
And who alone quenches:
He must be to us,
All in all;
The Life of the Father,
Must be the joy,
Of the child.
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