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November / December 2005

November / December 2005


Encompassed with clouds of distress
And tempted all hope to resign
I pant for the light of my face
That I in thy beauty may shine
Disheartened with waiting so long
I sink at thy feet with my load
All plaintive i pour out my song
And stretch forth my hands unto God

Shine,Lord, and my terror shall cease
The blood of atonement apply
And lead me to Jesus for peace
The Rock that is higher than I
Speak,Savior,for sweet is thy voice
Thy presence is fair to behold
I thirst for thy Spirit,cries and groanings that cannot be told

Augustus M.Toplady

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