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FAITH AND CONSECRATION |
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2 What though the world deceitful prove, How safe, how calm, how satisfied, |
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And earthly friends and joys remove? V With patient, uncomplaining love Still would I cling to Thee.
I Though faith and hope awhile he tried, I ask not, need not aught beside: |
The souls that cling to Thee.
4 Blest is my lot whate'er befall; What can disturb me, who appall, While, as my strength, my rock, my all, Saviour, I cling to Thee?
Charlotte Elliott, 1834 |
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