We fear no earthly harm;
We know it is our Father’s work,
We rest upon his arm.
Lamar.
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C. M.
Return to me, and I will return to you.
Mal. 3:7.
How oft, alas! this wretched heart
Has wandered from the Lord!
How oft my roving thoughts depart—
We fear no earthly harm;
We know it is our Father’s work,
We rest upon his arm.
Lamar.
C. M.
Return to me, and I will return to you.
Mal. 3:7.
How oft, alas! this wretched heart
Has wandered from the Lord!
How oft my roving thoughts depart—