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What Man Is There Of You?

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The homely words how often read!         How seldom fully known!     "Which father of you, asked for bread,         Would give his son a stone?"     How oft has bitter tear been shed,         And heaved how many a groan,     Because thou wouldst not give for bread         The thing that was a stone!     How oft the child thou wouldst have fed,         Thy gift away has thrown!     He prayed, thou heard'st, and gav'st the bread:         He cried, "It is a stone!"     Lord, if I ask in doubt and dread         Lest I be left to moan,     Am I not he who, asked for bread,         Would give his son a stone?

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