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Thou art the porter, i am the clay Mould me nd make me, aftr thy wil While i am waitin, yielded nd stil. Search me nd try me, Master, today Whiter than snow, Lord wash me jst nw As in thy presenc humbly i bow. Wounded nd weary help me, i pray Touch ne nd heal me, Saviour divine Fil with thy Spirit til al shal see. Fil my poor heart wth thy great lov divine Tak al my wil, pasion, self nd pride send a revival - start thy work in me..
Posted on: Tue, 01 Oct 2013 13:25:26 +0000

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