Lord, I have made Thy word my choice; My lasting heritage; There shall my noblest pow’rs rejoice; My warmest thoughts engage. I’ll read the histories of Thy love; And keep Thy laws in sight; While through Thy promises I rove; With ever fresh delight. In this broad land of wealth unknown; Where springs of life arise; Seeds of immortal bliss are sown; And hidden glory lies. The best relief that mourners have; It makes our sorrows blest; Our fairest hope beyond the grave; And our eternal rest.
Posted on: Tue, 05 Nov 2013 07:27:49 +0000
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