Though waves around us rage and foam,
Since thou art present there.
Bulfinch.
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C. M.
Crying, Abba, Father.
Gal. 4:6.
Father! I wait before thy throne;
Call me a child of thine;
And let the Spirit of thy Son,
Fill this poor heart of mine.
Though waves around us rage and foam,
Since thou art present there.
Bulfinch.
C. M.
Crying, Abba, Father.
Gal. 4:6.
Father! I wait before thy throne;
Call me a child of thine;
And let the Spirit of thy Son,
Fill this poor heart of mine.