’Bove the reach of mortal eye;
And his mercies shall endure,
Ever faithful, ever sure.
Milton.
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P. M.
Thou art my hiding place.
Psalm 32:7.
To thee, O God! to thee,
With lowly heart I bend;
Lord, to my prayer attend,
’Bove the reach of mortal eye;
And his mercies shall endure,
Ever faithful, ever sure.
Milton.
P. M.
Thou art my hiding place.
Psalm 32:7.
To thee, O God! to thee,
With lowly heart I bend;
Lord, to my prayer attend,