Feb 1, 2010


"Frail children of dust
And feeble as frail
In thee we do trust
Nor find thee to fail
Thy mercies how tender
How firm to the end
Our maker, defender,
Redeemer, and friend!"

"Once earthly joy I craved
Sought peace and rest
Now thee alone I seek
Give what is best.
This all my prayer shall be:
More love, o Christ to thee;
More love to thee, more love to thee."

*Words by Robert Grant 1833
**Words by William Peabody 1828

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