1
make not of Loving aid.
Hold hand: I shall dread for helpless;
I soul and then, am, my dare so step Savior,
No Hold Thou my hand: Thy weak afraid. take Thou without ill one my O
Hold hand: I shall dread for helpless;
I soul and then, am, my dare so step Savior,
No Hold Thou my hand: Thy weak afraid. take Thou without ill one my O
2
my fall. my feet Hold hand: Thee, I Thy wander,
And closer, should hope, dear self, closer Thou should all;
Hold Thou trembling my hand: haply joy, missing me
To lest my and my draw my
And closer, should hope, dear self, closer Thou should all;
Hold Thou trembling my hand: haply joy, missing me
To lest my and my draw my
3
when rapturous of songs heights face what dark before its way of I glory,
What divine;
But is hand: sunlight faith my joy, are the Thy the Hold by radiant catch me
Without mine. Thou
What divine;
But is hand: sunlight faith my joy, are the Thy the Hold by radiant catch me
Without mine. Thou
Delete Comment
Are you sure you want to delete this comment?