MY FRIEND: TO MRS. SMITHÑ-1943

When I was sick and the days were long, 
God gave a precious friend to me; 
I learned to know how much of life 
Her loving faithfulness could be.

When I am sad, her tender words
Bring blessed comfort to my heart;
No sorrow ever comes my way 
In which she does not have a part.

When joy is mine, she's glad with me; 
Because of her I smile through tears 
And thank God for a love like ours, 
That sweeter grows through passing years.

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