BEAUTIES rare, floweretts are,

We with pleasure greet;

Footsteps light, faces bright,

Oft in life we meet;

Yet how few we find true,

In this world of woe

Envyings, quarrelings,

Turning friend to foe.

Tribulation and temptation

Cometh unto all;

And each heart, beareth part

In the sinful fall.

But from woe, here below,

We may timely flee;

And through One, Thy dear Son,

Find access to Thee.

Faithfully, patiently,

Let us ever try

To fulfill Jesus' will,

And him glorify.

Then at last, trials past,

In our home above,

There may we happy be

With the God of love.

Pleasant Valley, Ohio.