When to my knees in sweet silent thought
I gather up forgiveness for the past,
I sigh the slur of many sins I wrought,
And sadly sorrow wrongs amassed:
Then can I drown an eye, unused to flow,
My precious Lord hid death’s unending plight,
I weep from love’s long since forgiven woe,
And bemoaning many a vanished sight:
Then can my forgiven transgressions fly,
And heavenly love prepare to take o’er
Forgiven account has now dried my eye,
A pardon now paid as never before.
So when I pray to Thee, O Lord, dear friend,
All losses are restored and sorrows end.
Beautiful.
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Lovely and truly touching!
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We are to love our God with all our hearts all our minds all our will.
Tim you evidence that you do.
Thank you good and faithful servant
And Blessings add hall be yours
Patrick
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