Tho’ strength, and health, and friends, be gone:
Tho’ joys be withered all, and dead;
Tho’ every comfort be withdrawn—
Steadfast on this my soul relies:
Father, thy mercy never dies.
C. Wesley.
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L. M.
What shall I render unto thee.
Psalm 116:12.
Redeemed from guilt, redeemed from fears,