LYRIC

1 Father, whate’er of earthly bliss
Thy sov’reign will denies,
Accepted at Thy throne of grace,
Let this petition rise.

2 Give me a calm, a thankful heart,
From every murmur free;
The blessing of Thy grace impart,
And let me live to Thee.

3 Let the sweet hope that Thou art mine
My life and death attend;
Thy presence thro’ my journey shine,
And crown my journey’s end.


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Blessy Christlin

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