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/ In our own native land a Hospital stands, / Its praises I faintly would speak; / To me it seems grand, enclosed in love's bands / By the Sisters of Charity meek.
These Sisters are lowly and humble and holy, / All striving their God to obey; / They watch o'er the poorly, while dreaming they surely / Can all of their sufferings allay.
Heaven's blessings are resting on them as they're testing / Their freedom from sorrow and sin, / And God will uphold them and angels enfold them, / Till a heavenly crown they will win.
My happiness lost on the world tempest-tossed, / Weary and heart-sick with pain, / Providently I came to Providence by name, / Where my health I did quickly regain.
In language though weak my thoughts I would speak, / My gratitude is without bounds, / To my nurses while blind and physicians so kind, / And the owners of Providence grounds.