The South African MISS ONARY quot tiff up your eyes and look on the fields for they are white already to harvest quot KENILWORTH CAPE DECEMBER VOLUME My Place Take my Life and let it be Consecrated Lord to Thee I do not ask dear Lord there be A place made small enough for me But I be made by Thee to fill The place appointed by Thy will Naught can I give I come to claim The promises that bear Thy name My poverty I leave to feel The riches that Thy
