Flow round it from the throne.
4 Look not abroad with roving mind
To seek that fair abode;
It comes, where’er the lowly find
The perfect peace of God.
451.
C. M.
Croswell.
Hymn for Christmas.
1 Now gird your patient loins again,
Flow round it from the throne.
4 Look not abroad with roving mind
To seek that fair abode;
It comes, where’er the lowly find
The perfect peace of God.
C. M.
Croswell.
1 Now gird your patient loins again,