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OUR HEAVENLY FATHER. 21 |
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All fathers learn their craft from Thee
All loves are shadows cast From the beautiful, eternal hills
Of Thine unbeginning past. |
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OUR HEAVENLY FATHER. |
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My God ! how wonderful Thou art!
Thy Majesty, how bright! How beautiful Thy Mercy-seat
In depths of burning light! |
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