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Friday, March 11, 2011

A part of a noble Reformed song to send you to sleep: [Please, papists, steal this immediately!]

"Jesus, I my cross have taken/All to leave and follow Thee/Destitute, despised, forsaken/Thou from hence, my all shall be/Perish every fond ambition/All I've sought or hoped or known/Yet how rich is my condition/God and Heav'n are still my own...Haste thee on from grace to glory/Armed by faith and winged by prayer/Heav'n's eternal days before thee/God's own hand shall guide us there/Soon shall close thy earthly mission/Swift shall pass thy pilgrim days/Faith shall change to glad fruition/Faith to sight/And prayer to praise."

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