b'Messenger Verse Library M NMy farm, to me is not just land, Now the laborer\'s task is o\'er; whye Fraer bmare, unpainted buildings stand. NoowwtthheebLaatbtloer dearys i sT paaskst ;i s Oer To me, my farm is nothing less, Now upon the farther shore than all created loveliness. Lands the voyager at last. My farm is not where I must soil,my hands in endless, dreary toil. Father, in Thy gracious keeping, But where, through seed and swelling pod, Leave we now Thy servant sleeping. I\'ve learned to walk and talk with God.My farm, to me, is not a place "Earth to earth and dust to dust," Outmoded by a modern race,Calmly now the words we say; for here, I think I just see less Left behind, we wait in trust of evil, greed and selfishness. For the resurrection day. My farm\'s a havenhere dwells rest, security, and happiness.Father, in Thy gracious keeping, Whate\'er befalls the world outside Leave we now Thy servant sleeping. here faith, and hope, and love abide. OAnd so my farm is not just landwhere bare, unpainted buildings stand.To me, my farm is nothing less Padre nuestro que ests en los cielos,than all God\'s hoarded loveliness.saunrc tFiafitchaedros eSap taun nisohm (bNrue.estro Padre) N Venga tu reino. Sea hecha tu voluntad,como en el cielo, as tambin en la tierra.Danos hoy nuestro pan cotidiano.Nearer, my God to Thee, Y perdnanos nuestras deudas, como Neeaarreerr t, oM Tyh Geoe!d to Theetambin nosotros perdonamos E\'en though it be a cross nuestros deudores.That raiseth me; Y no nos metas en tentacin, masStill all my song shall be, lbranos del mal:Nearer, my God, to Thee, Porque tuyo es el reino, y el poder, y laNearer to Thee. gloria, por todos los siglos.There let the way appear, Amn. Steps unto heaven;All that Thou sendeth me,In Mercy given; Almighty God, Angels to beckon me Niuvrinsee sh eParlaeyr eorfall, grant me,DNearer, my God to Thee, your handmaiden, strengthNearer to Thee. and courage in my calling. Or if, on joyful wing Give to my heart compassionCleaving the sky, and understanding. Sun, moon, and stars forgot, Give to my hands skill Upward I fly, and tenderness. Give to my mind knowledgeStill all my song shall be, and wisdom. Nearer, my God, to Thee, Especially, dear Lord, Nearer to Thee.help me always to remember the true purpose of my vocation, that of selfless service and dedication to the weak and disbarring in body and spirit. 2/3/2021 Page 32 of 60Back to Table of Contents'