FANNIE JOHNSTON FLINT, who was cancerous, arthritic, incontinent, blind, orphaned, managed enough ability to get a pen into her warped hands and write a hymn, many of them, in fact. Perhaps you know this one:
He giveth more grace when the burdens grow greater;
He sendeth more strength when the labors increase.
To added affliction He addeth his mercy,
To multiplied trials His multiplied peace.
When we have exhausted our store of endurance,
When our strength has failed as the day is half done,
When we reach the end of our hoarded resources,
Our Father’s full giving has
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