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PRAISE TO CHRIST |
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2 When unto Thee I flee, Thou wilt my refuge be,
Jesus, my Lord! What need I now to fear? What earthly grief or care? Since Thou art ever near, Jesus, my Lord! |
3 Soon Thou wilt come again; I shall be happy then,
Jesus, my Lord! Then Thine own face I'll see, Then I shall like Thee be, Then evermore with Thee,
Jesus, my Lord!
Rev. James G. Deck, 1843 |
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