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When bowed down with care |
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And no one to share |
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All the burdens we bear, |
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Just surrender them all |
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To the Master |
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For did He not say |
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In the long yesterday |
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That the only true way |
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Was to surrender our all |
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To the Master? |
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He told us aright |
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That His burden was light, |
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We could walk on the height |
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When we surrender our all |
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To the Master. |
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Our lives will be blest |
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When we enter His rest, |
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And this is the test— |
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Can we surrender our all |
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To the Master? |
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Bowed no longer with care— |
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For the Master will share |
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All the burdens we bear |
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When we surrender our all |
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To the Master. |
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—MILDRED KYLE
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In Memoriam
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September 8, 1954
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Mildred has found Eternal Peace in Me. Love.
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BABA
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