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A Word in Season

O Lord! when sin’s close-marshall’d line

Assails Thy witness on his way,

How should he raise Thy glorious sign,

And how Thy will display?

Thy holy Paul, with soul of flame,

Rose on Mars’ hill, a soldier lone;

Shall I thus speak th’ Atoning Name,

Though with a heart of stone?

“Not so,” He said: “hush thee, and seek,

With thoughts in prayer and watchful eyes,

My seasons sent for thee to speak,

And use them as they rise.”