Father , the tithes are in! Within Thy house is gathered all my store; All I possess I now have counted o'er, And here I lay it down. Would it were more! Father, the tithes are in! Father, my tithes are in! Weary, and yet triumphant, do I stand With emptied heart and waiting, outstretched hand; And only Thou and I can understand How all my tithes are in.
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