LAURA HANNAH HUNSAKER TOLMAN
20 Aug 1911 – 12 Oct 1977
Wife of Ralph W. Tolman
Funeral Services – Saturday, 15 Oct 1977
PRELUDE AND POSTLUDE: Berma C. Orme, organist
OPENING REMARKS: Bishop Lynn J. Reeder, conducting
We have met this day to pay our last respects to Sister Laura Hannah Hunsaker Tolman, born August 20, 1911, died October 12, 1977. The services have been outlined by the family and they will go forward as follows:
The family prayer was offered by brother Thomas Scott Tolman, a son:; the prelude and postlude has, and will be played by Sister Berma Orme; musical selections by the grandchildren, “Grandmother’s Old Fashioned Garden” and “I Am a Child of God;” the invocation will be offered by Brother Robert J. Wallace, a son-in-law, followed by remarks from her son, Douglas Ralph Tolman; then remarks by Sister Ruth H. Chlarson; then a vocal solo by Warner Stoddard, “That Wonderful Mother of Mine;” then we will hear from Bishop O. Morrell Hunsaker; he will be followed by a musical trio consisting of Letty Tolman, Ruth W. Hunsaker, Yvonne Forsgren, Mary Elizabeth Anderson, Paula Packer and MarRue Sparks–their accompanist will be Sister Rae Burt; then Dr. Gregg H. Wilding will be the next speaker, followed by remarks by Bishop Lynn J. Reeder; then a vocal duet, Ronald and Velma Madsen, “Goin’ Home;” and the benediction will be offered by Brother Rex H. Kvist, a son-in-law.
The pallbearers are Allen Roush, Tim Barrus, John Kvist, David Smith, Allen Tolman, Michael Tolman, Brent Tolman, and George Tolman. The honorary pallbearers are Hy Hunsaker, Abe Hunsaker, Dell Hunsaker, Willie B. Hunsaker, and Jack Molgard.
The interment will be in the Honeyville Cemetery, and the dedicatory prayer will be offered by D. Frank Tolman, a son.
We will go forward in this order.
VOCAL SELECTIONS: Grandchildren, accompanied by Cleo Tolman Barrus on the guitar
My grandmother dear has a garden,
Old fashioned and quaint as can be.
The flowers so rare, that none can compare,
Neath the plum and the apricot and cherry tree.
Would you like me to show you the garden?
Then follow me now and we’ll go
‘Round the old grapevine arbor, back of the walk,
Where the birds and the butterflies and flowers grow.
CHORUS:
In my grandmother’s old fashioned garden,
There are flowers of every hue.
Daffodils, pansies and hyacinths
And old-fashioned pinks are there, too.
I belong to my grandmother’s garden…
I was picked from the family tree;
So out in my grandmother’s old fashioned garden,
If you come there you will find me.
The daisies and lilies are telling
Of grandmother’s kind tender care.
Sweet william and peas, heliatrope and heartsease,
And violets, modest though fragrant and fair.
I still long for my grandmother’s garden;
With holly-hocks stately and tall,
And sometimes in my dreams I see her, it seems,
My grandmother standing there close to the wall.
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I am a child of God, and he has sent me here,
Has given me an earthly home with parents ;kind and dear.
CHORUS:
Lead me, guide me, walk beside me, help me find the way.
Teach me all that I must do to live with him someday.
I am a child of God, and so my needs are great;
Help me to understand his words before it grows too late.
I am a child of God, rich blessings are in store;
If I but learn to do his will I’ll live with him once more.
INVOCATION: Robert J. Wallace, a son-in-law
Our dear Heavenly Eternal Father, we bow our heads this day in this service and funeral for our dear loved one, Sister Laura Hannah Tolman. We are indeed grateful unto thee for her life, and to have known her, and to have been part of her life. We are indeed grateful for all who have known her; and the tears this day that are shed for her are from our hearts because of our love for her.
We who are her family, friends and loved ones do mourn, and do pray that thou might accept her into thy realms above, that she might dwell with thee. We commend her to thy care and keeping. We pray that we might live righteously and good enough that we might return to thy presence and be with her in the eternities.
We ask that all who were her friends that mourn may be comforted through her good deeds and her good life and the love that she showed all of us. And we pray that they might also be comforted by the knowledge of the gospel, that they will see her again in the eternities.
We do ask that throughout this service, that all who speak will be inspired and helped, and that those who mourn may be able to be comforted.
The blessings we do humbly stand in need of, we do humbly seek and ask for, and we thank thee for, in the name of our Lord, Jesus Christ our Savior. Amen.
REMARKS: Douglas R. Tolman, a son
I stand here today because of the teachings of my mother and father. Mother loved her grandchildren and the songs they just sang. (You’ll have to excuse me–I’m going to have to read most of this.)
Mother bore nine children, six of which she was able to raise to adults–three died in infancy, a daughter Harriet and twin sons, Donald and Ronald. When the president of the church started the Lamanite program, around 1960, mother and dad accepted the call and helped raise three Lamanite children to adulthood, Earl and Joyce and Jodi. These children were treated like one of the family and had the same love and care as we had.
I have been asked to speak today to represent my brothers and sisters and Dad on what our mother’s teachings mean to us. While I speak today I must not forget to give thanks to Dad, whose teaching were always with Mother.
Honesty–we learned this very early in life. Mother schooled the Lamanite children when they arrived at our home that if they needed anything they should come to them and ask them for what they wanted, and if it was just, they would receive it; but to take something without paying for it was a sin. Earl was about eight years old when he came to our house. Brother Johnson tells of a time when Earl brought two boys back into his store who were older and bigger than him and said, “These people took some things from the store without paying for them.”
Work–Mother was a great pusher. She loved to work, and she saw to it that we learned this very well. She could milk cows with the best. When the Bushnell Hospital in Brigham City was being built (now the Intermountain Indian School), in the Fall of that year Father came to town to work at the hospital. Mother, Ellen, and I stayed at the ranch alone to take care of the cows and pigs, and so forth. Frank came to town to live and start school that fall. The house at the farm didn’t have central heating in those days, just a kitchen stove which was fed by sagebrush or old cedar posts, and sometimes coal if it was available. I remember mother moved her bed into the kitchen to keep us warm at night. One of our first jobs at the ranch was to crank the separator–this had to be done just right or the bell would start to ring.
When Father was called on a short-term mission to California one winter, Mother was left behind to take care of the children. At this time Dad and Uncle Claude owned the Bar-F ranch, together with Uncle Bob and Aunt Theda’s helping hands. At Christmastime that year, Uncle Bob and Aunt Theda wanted to take a two-week’s vacation to go back to their home in Bluffdale, Utah. Mother said she would take Dad’s week at the Bar-F. So we spent the week of Christmas alone, feeding the cattle and the pigs at Kelton, Utah, which is near Park Valley. We were told that we could take one present from under the Christmas tree at Honeyville to be opened Christmas morning at the Bar-F Ranch. As we were small, Mother had to pitch on the hay, as well as unload, to feed the cattle. The week went fast, but was enjoyed by all.
Promptness–Mother believed in being on time wherever she went. This, and other virtues, she learned from her own mother and father, Frank and Hattie. When we came home from school each day, as we entered our home we would call out for Mom. If we didn’t get an answer, we would go to the kitchen counter and there we would find a note telling us where she was, along with orders or directions on what we were to be doing. At the end, she would usually draw a smiling face with the inscription, “We love you, …Mama Bear.”
Compassion–Mother had love for all mankind. This was shown by the occupation that she chose as a registered nurse. She was always willing to give of her time and talents, no matter how long the day or how far away. Robin asked me to read this thought that she had about Mother: “It didn’t matter what time of day or night it was, whenever Mother was called she would immediately drop everything and go to help. She had compassion for mankind. Mother never complained, or felt sorry for herself. She loved serving others. I remember as a young girl, she would volunteer me for different projects. At times, I remember selfish thoughts that would come to my mind–’wouldn’t it be easier not to serve others?’ I am thankful to you, Mother, for teaching me the meaning of compassion. I loved watching her at the hospital. The picture of her standing at the side of a mother ready to give birth flashes through my mind time and time again. She would hold tight to her hand and whisper in her ear, ‘come on, dear, you can do it.’ You see, the hospital was not just a job to her–she would have worked there even if it wasn’t for pay. Thank you, Mother, for showing me how to love others.”
The church–this was very strong with mom and Dad; in fact it was first in their lives. On Sunday, the only place we were expected to be was right here in this building. We were expected to show respect to our teachers and leaders in the church, as well as in the Sunday School and in the community. We were always to show respect by calling those in authority and loved ones by their proper names and callings–uncle or aunt, bishop or president, brother or sister. If we would not be good, then we had to learn the hard way, and go to the person and ask forgiveness.
Once, in the Primary while I was very young, but old enough to know better, Sister Helen Chamberlain was the Primary president. I was not paying attention in opening exercises, and Sister Chamberlain sat me on her lap (which I didn’t like at all!) I said things to her that were not nice. Later, I returned home and Dad and Mom were doing the chores. Somehow my actions in Primary had reached home before me. And as I mentioned before, if we didn’t want to learn the easy way, then we had to learn the hard way. First, I was asked what had taken place; and then came the judgment, the laying on of hands by Dad. Then I was sent home to bed without supper. The next morning, Mother, with love, gave the hardest punishment (I thought it was at that time.) I was to go to Sister Chamberlain and apologize. Mother drove me there early that morning, stopped the car at their home, telling me again what I was to do, saying that if I would make the apologies right away I would be able to catch the school bus to get home. If not, I would have to wait and walk home in time for school. Then she drove away, leaving me there in the driveway. As I recall, I walked slowly to the door and knocked. Bob and the girls were getting ready for school. They called their mother to the door. Sister Chamberlain invited me in. I don’t remember what I said, or how; but this I do remember: she put her arms around me and she took me over to the Crystal Springs and gave me some candy bars. By this time, the bus had stopped at their place and I was able to ride home on the bus. I always remembered this experience, as I mentioned before–if we couldn’t learn respect and love for our leaders the easy way then we had to learn them the hard way–but we learned them.
Ellen tells of an experience she remembers: “The topping on the pie was missing from the pies several times. Mother asked us who did it. Every one said that they hadn’t done it. I, being the guilty one, also said I hadn’t. After this had happened several times, she sat down to the table and talked to us, telling us that the topping missing off the pie was not what was bothering her–but what really hurt her was to think that we had not only taken what really did not belong to us, but had lied also. She made us promise that if we always told her the truth she wouldn’t be nearly as unhappy as she would be if we lied to cover up the truth. Shortly after that, two pies were sitting on the cupboard. (As I think back on this, I know that they were put there as a test.) The topping turned up missing from these pies also. Mother asked who had taken the topping–I spoke up and admitted I had done it. I don’t remember her saying any other words other than those to the effect that she was glad I had told her the truth. Funny thing though–after that, no more topping was missing from any of her pies.”
Scott remembers of the many times Mother, as well as Dad, told us that we were not supposed to receive money for the little things that we would do for people. The little things should be done for the person without receiving money or compensation. May times 25 cents or 50 cents had to be returned.
Mother had a great love for her daughters-in-law. She treated them as one of her own–in fact, if any problem arose between our mates, she would reprimand her own children first.
Mother had a great sense of humor. Just before Bob was to come out from Galesburg, Indiana to marry Ellen, she had sent him a telegram saying: (and Bob has kept his in his Book of Remembrance) “Think twice. Mexico easiest way out. Time getting short. Mother-in-law.”
Mother loved her brothers and sisters very much, also Dad’s brothers and sisters. She loved to have her brothers and Sisters and their children come to Honeyville at Thanksgiving time. Mom loved to cook. I will miss not being able to go over there for breakfast about any time, day or night. She always loved to stop whatever she was doing and cook for us. In fact, she was the best short-order cook we had. This took place right up until recently when she became quite ill.
Mother had a great love for the animals. They, in return, loved her very much. At the farm at milking time she could call the milk cows down from the mountains by standing in the corral. In fact, at one time we had a cow that would bloat quite easy; and mother would relieve her. And it got so when she would bloat, she would come and stand on the steps and ask mother for help.
Mom kept a very clean house. In fact, on Saturday mornings we were put outside while she got her Saturday’s work done. In the days before the automatic washer, Monday was washday, and it started around five A.M. (It seemed like one A.M. to me!) She would come into the bedroom and tell us to roll over, for she wanted the sheets and the pillowcases. (This, of course, I disliked very much.) In fact, the neighbor used to put her wash out the night before just to beat her…Maudell Burke.
Last week, Mother didn’t want to die. In fact I talked to her a few times about it. And finally she realized she couldn’t get better. We thought maybe she’d go Tuesday night, and Dad asked her (she was still coherent enough to talk) if she had any message to leave her family. She said, “Stay all together.”
(The closing paragraph of the above talk was obliterated on the tape.
REMARKS: Ruth H. Chlarson
My brothers and sisters, this is really a new experience for me. I want to thank Bob for the prayer that he offered, and I hope that it will be answered in my behalf. Laura afforded me lots of new experiences for growth. And although I’m frightened, I do appreciate the opportunity to say something about someone so special, about which so many things can be said that are all good.
I know that all of us that loved Laura have been troubled because of the suffering that she has been going through, and especially this past week. So I want to quote from Orson F. Whitney, when he said: “No pain that we suffer, no trial that we experience is wasted. It ministers to our education to the development of such qualities as patience, faith, fortitude and humility. All that we suffer and all that we endure, especially when we endure it patiently, builds up our characters, purifies our hearts, expands our souls, and makes us more tender and charitable, more worthy to be called the children of God. And it is through sorrow and suffering, toil and tribulation, that we gain the education that we come here to acquire, and which will make us more like our Father and our Mother in Heaven.”
If the Lord had permitted, through our prayers, that all the suffering be removed, we might have been doing a disservice to Laura. And I think in this past week what a sacred experience this family has had with their mother, because she has been able to talk to them and they have been able to hear from her own lips her wishes for them–the things that she wants of them. I hope that they won’t ever forget them, and that they’ll write them down right now, because in time some of these things do pass.
As I’ve been thinking about Laura this past week, the night before she died I woke up about four and I couldn’t go back to sleep. All I could think of was my dear friend down in the hospital suffering so terribly. And I thought, “I’m going to get up and I’m going to write in my journal the things that I feel for Laura.” And so I did; and that’s what I’m going to give you now:
“It is now 5:45 A.M. and I have been awake since four. I can’t sleep because my thoughts are with my dear friend, Laura, whose life is slowly slipping away. As I lie here in my bed and wonder just how many lives she has really touched, I know it would be next to impossible for even her family to count them. How many young mothers have hoped, when it was time for them to have their babies, that Laura would be there? Because they knew if she was, they would have tender loving care, and their babies would be watched very carefully. How many times have mothers and fathers said in times of illnesses, home accidents, and so on, ‘Let’s go see what Laura thinks.’ ‘Is this cut bad enough for stitches?’ ‘Do you think it’s measles, mumps, or chickenpox?’ And on and on goes this list.”
Laura did not know what the word “stranger”meant. She was a friend to all. If she had any enemies, it was certainly not of her choosing, and she would go the second mile to make peace. I would venture to say that, other than families that have just recently moved into Honeyville, without a doubt there isn’t a home in Honeyville but what hasn’t received some act of compassion from Laura, and many of these homes many, many times. For me personally, she calmed my troubled heart, brought food to my home, gifts to my children, she was happy for me, and sad with me. She has been a president, a counselor, and friend. Her husband, children, and grandchildren, brothers and sisters were her shining light. She had praise and love for each one in a special way. Laura and Ralph’s home and cupboard have been open to all. Material things have never been the most important thing to them. But because they have given of these freely, I feel personally, that the Lord has blessed them doubly. Joyce, Earl, and Jodi each know just how big a heart that Laura and Ralph had.
Laura looked so pretty with her silvery hair, and especially in her beautiful white dress. We’d go to the temple and see her. It seemed so fitting to see her there. And she loved to go to the temple. I can well imagine how she can help the Lord’s missionary work in heaven.
Not everyone has the ability to be an organizer, but she was an organizer. There was no task that she was afraid to tackle; if she was afraid, it certainly was never apparent. She just buckled in and did it. Her love and devotion to serve the Lord was a pleasure to see. She did not compromise her beliefs. She was as strong as the Rock of Gibraltar.
How happy and how lucky are her children, parents, and dear friends that are there to greet her. Some of her choice friends are some of my choice ones, too. You learn much from the friends that you have, either good or bad or young or old, and I have learned much from Laura, and it was all good. She was a true friend to me in every way, loyal to Varsel in his callings, and to me in mine. She has helped build my confidence many times in many ways, and always had a special interest in each of my children. She’s Aunt Laura to them–she was Laurabelle to me. May the Lord bless Ralph and her children. I say this in the name of Jesus Christ. Amen.
VOCAL SOLO: “That Wonderful Mother of Mine” sung by Warner Stoddard, accompanied by Berma Orme
The moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of that wonderful mother of mine.
The birds never sing but a message they bring
Of that wonderful mother of mine.
Just to bring back the times that were so sweet to me,
Just to bring back the days when I sat on her knee.
CHORUS:
You are a wonderful mother, dear old mother of mine,
You hold a spot down deep in my heart
Where the stars no longer shine.
Your soul shall live on forever, on thru the fields of time,
For there’ll never be another to me,
Like that wonderful mother of mine.
I pray every day to my Father above,
For that wonderful Mother of mine.
I ask Him to keep her as long as He will–
That wonderful Mother of mine.
There are treasures on earth that make life seem worthwhile,
But there’s none can compare with my dear mother’s smile.
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REMARKS: Bishop O. Morrell Hunsaker
(All of Bishop Hunsaker’s remarks were obliterated on the tape. It must have been a defective tape, or else something was wrong with the tape recorder or microphone.)
DOUBLE TRIO: “How Great Thou Art” sung by Paula Packer, Letty Tolman, Ruth W. Hunsaker, MarRue Sparks, Mary Elizabeth Anderson, and Yvonne Forsgren, accompanied by Rae C. Burt.
REMARKS: Mr. Gregg H. Wilding
(The first part of Dr. Wilding’s remarks were obliterated on the tape.)
Many of you possibly have read the book “The Gift of Self.” It discusses six different topics on how one can give of himself to others; and I’m sure that this book could easily have been written about Sister Laura.
The First was “Giving of appreciation.” Laura appreciated the opportunity to work. It has been mentioned before that I’m not sure whether or not she ever got a paycheck, or if she ever brought it home; but I told her many times that I thought that she would work even if they didn’t pay her, just to have the opportunity to be there. How many of us would do a similar thing? During the last several months (Laura kept working up until just the last few weeks) she would try to do everything possible. And many times as babies came, one right after the other (they don’t seem to be able to space themselves out at all) the delivery room would be a mess and she would be in there trying to wash it down and scrub the floor. One day I could see she was getting a little out of breath, so I said, “Laura, give me the mop and you go wash the instruments.” She said, “No, you get out of here. I can do it!” And I’m sure that’s the way she’s been around the ward, too. You couldn’t take anything away from her. Dr. Carlquist mentioned this morning that her father-in-law was always on her–he told her, “Laura, you’re the only person I know that would drive 50 miles to give a free shot.” That sounds like that’s a true statement about Laura.
The Second thing is “the gift of concern.” Laura always showed genuine concern for all the patients under her care. I know my wife’s reminded me several times as the phone would ring at two in the morning and I didn’t quite have to get up then, she said when it was Laura on the other end of the phone, I always went back to sleep. My wife said, “I suspect the reason you can do this is because you know that if Laura was there in the hospital with the patient, you would be able to go back to sleep knowing perfectly well that the patient was being watched over and cared for as much and as closely as possible.” I’m sure that many of you here can also testify to the care that she gives. I’m sure many of you’ve been in the hospital and have received care from Laura.
Third, “the gift of service”–although I’ve only known her for the last six years, I’m sure from what I’ve heard today her entire life has been nothing but service to others, both at home and at church, as well as at the hospital. Just a couple of days ago someone mentioned to me how sensitive Laura was to the needs of people. She would be there before anyone else, that she would always show up first to render help.
Fourth, “the gift of obedience”–Laura was dependable–probably one of the most important parts in the medical profession is being dependable, that you don’t let something slip up–and she was that to the greatest extent.
Fifth, “the gift of leadership”–we looked to Laura for a lot of leadership in the hospital–the nurses, other R. N.’s, nurse’s aides, other hospital employees always looked to Laura. She was a great teacher and she taught by example.
The Sixth, and probably the most important one, as far as Laura was concerned, was “the gift of love”–in the Bible we read, “A new commandment I give unto you, that ye should love one another as I have loved you’ that ye also love one another.” Laura showed extreme love to all, regardless of the situation whether it be a traveler passing through coming into the emergency room, Laura showed every bit as much love to them as to people she had known all her life. I know that many times her family would come to the hospital and she’d put in extra hours, and wouldn’t go home at the end of the shift. I remember when her great-grandchild, Toby, was born, how excited she was. I think this day the thing that Laura has given to all of us is the “gift of herself.” I pray that we will always remember, that we may follow her example in giving of ourselves to each other, in the name of Jesus Christ, Amen.
REMARKS: Bishop Lynn J. Reeder
Brothers and sisters, have you ever wondered what it would be like to have the image of Christ engraven upon your countenance? As I think of Sister Laura and Brother Ralph, we need look no farther. Just the other night as we were going over the arrangements for the services, the question was asked, “What shall the theme be?” And without hesitation, words to this effect came from the lips of Brother Ralph, “Show them the Master.”
The first and great commandment was love of God, and Ralph and Laura have taught their children this great love. That was the first thing that I noticed–that they loved the Lord and loved to serve him and their fellow men. And what an effect this one individual, Sister Laura, has had on so many lives. And doesn’t this one life give greater meaning to the words that we have so often heard spoken by the brethren lately, “the worth of a soul is great in the sight of the Lord”? Could we at this time rededicate our lives to the kind of life that Sister Tolman lived?
As brother Emery Wight just spoke the other day concerning charity in brother Boothe, we can also speak of charity in Sister Tolman. It that same light, she was untiring and dedicated to the Lord and to her fellow men. After a shift at the hospital in the middle of the night, she would be the first one to greet me as the Sunday School President in the morning in the foyer of the church. The reason for living the life that she lived the way she did was because of her testimony of Jesus Christ and his work that we share here on earth.
Just as important as testimony is the faith that she exhibited to act upon the direction given her by the Spirit. President McKay once compared our life on earth to that of going on a mission, where a Heavenly father and a Heavenly Mother one day sent a spirit to this earth. Now that spirit has completed that mission and there is happy rejoicing on the other side of the veil at this time. Missionaries have gone to those before, and they will go again.
These memories that we have of Sister Laura will soon no longer be memories. As I was reading in the Doctrine & Covenants, I believe it was Section 45, that memories will be face-to-face soon as the winding-up scene is fast approaching. There are great responsibilities placed upon us all.
I pray that our Father in Heaven’s blessings might be especially upon Brother Ralph at this time, and upon the family, that they will continue to get together. Hold conferences, as you will, as a family. We do thank this family for all they have done for this ward. We do appreciate each one of you, and pray our Heavenly father’s choicest blessings upon you, and I say this humbly, and in the name of Jesus Christ. Amen.
Now immediately following the interment, if the family and friends will come back to the Cultural Hall, there has been a meal prepared.
VOCAL DUET: Velma and Ronald Madsen, singing “Goin’ Home” accompanied by Letty H. Tolman
Goin’ home, goin’ home, I’m a-goin’ home’
Quiet like, some still day, I’m just goin’ home.
It’s not far, just close by through an open door;
Work all done, care laid by, goin’ to fear no more.
Mother’s there expecting me, Father’s waiting too;
Lots of folk gathered there, all the friends I knew.
Home, home, I’m goin’ home!
Morning star lights the way, restless dream all done;
Shadows gone, break of day, real life’s just begun.
There’s no break, ain’t no end, just a-livin’ on;
Wide awake, with a smile, goin’ on and on.
Goin’ home, goin’ home, I’m just goin’ home,
It’s not far, just close by through an open door.
I’m just goin’ home….goin’ home…..goin’ home.
BENEDICTION: Rex Kvist, a son-in-law
Our Kind, Heavenly, Eternal Father, as we come to the close of these services, we thank thee, O Lord, for thy guidance and direction in the life of this good person. We ask, O Lord, that we will accept the example which has been set before us.
Please guide and direct our lives in a manner such that we will be able to return to our Heavenly Father in a way such as this woman has done.
We ask, O Lord, for thy guidance and direction at all times, that thy spirit will be with those who are in need of comfort this day, that they will be eased of their suffering and realize and know that thou art here to comfort and guide and care for all.
We thank thee, O Lord, for the many wonderful blessings which thou hast given unto us, and we offer this prayer in the name of Jesus Christ. Amen.
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