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The Master stood ’mid His angel band
 * In one of His mansions fair ;

And He heard from over the golden strand
 * Many a prayer.

A child of Mine is in need,” He said
 * To a shining form at His side—

A child of Mine is in need of bread—
 * Haste, and provide.”

And unto one on His other hand—
 * “Lo ! one of My little ones weeps,

Alone and sad in a stranger’s land—
 * Stay till she sleeps.

“And one is forsaken, and one bereft,
 * And one is groaning in pain ;

By the hand it loved best one heart is cleft
 * Bleeding in twain.