Afflictions.

 



... and he shall consecrate thine afflictions for thy gain.

2 Nephi  2:2.


O, consecrate my troubles


That they bring me peace at last.


Thy spirit, Lord, poured out


On me is gain most unsurpassed.


Riches, honor, earthly mansions,


I can do without . . . 


But if those, too, are sent my way


You’ll find I will not pout!


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