![]() Oh trump of the angel! Oh voice of the Lord!Īnd Lord, haste the day when my faith shall be sight, No pang shall be mine, for in death as in lifeīut, Lord, ‘tis for Thee, for Thy coming we wait, ![]() Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul!įor me, be it Christ, be it Christ hence to live: Is nailed to the cross, and I bear it no more, ![]() My sin, oh, the bliss of this glorious thought! That Christ has regarded my helpless estate, Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come, Whatever my lot, Thou has taught me to say, When peace, like a river, attendeth my way,
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