By: Ardis E. Parshall - July 12, 2012 To the Master By Orson F. Whitney Saviour, Redeemer of my soul,Whose mighty hand hath made me whole,Whose wondrous power hath raised me up,And filled with sweet my bitter cup!What tongue my gratitude can tell,O gracious God of Israel! Never can I repay thee, Lord,But I can love thee. Thy pure word,Hath it not been my one delight,My joy by day, my dream by night?Then let my lips proclaim it still...
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