While here, to do his will be mine,
And his to fix my time of rest.
Kelly.
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L. M.
The mercies of God.
Rom 12:2.
My God, how endless is thy love!
Thy gifts are every evening new;
And morning mercies, from above,
Gently distill like early dew.
While here, to do his will be mine,
And his to fix my time of rest.
Kelly.
L. M.
The mercies of God.
Rom 12:2.
My God, how endless is thy love!
Thy gifts are every evening new;
And morning mercies, from above,
Gently distill like early dew.