“The Lord is gracious still.”
6 A pilgrim through the earth I roam,
Of nothing long possessed,
And all must fail when I go home,
For this is not my rest.
522.
C. M.
C. Wesley.
For the Divine Presence.
1 Speak with us, Lord; Thyself reveal,
“The Lord is gracious still.”
6 A pilgrim through the earth I roam,
Of nothing long possessed,
And all must fail when I go home,
For this is not my rest.
C. M.
C. Wesley.
1 Speak with us, Lord; Thyself reveal,