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Psalm 19Perfect peace too rare, yet so fair, Oh.
let me use my gifts for you To bring glory to your name. And
this vessel from which it came;
See
that it's veiled from their view. SO
as my own visage grows dim.
Let
all the glory go to Him!
THUS may I be hidden in Christ,
He is
what it's all about.
Let them
turn toward heavens heights!
May your glory beam so brightly. That
they scarcely know just who The
Father
chose very quietly To
shine
His love out through.
For
when He shares His Divine Self Let
that be your sole reward, A
prized
joint heirloom from The Lord. Thank you God for heaven's wealth ! *** Ruddy Adam in bucolic Eden; frolics sod sin had not trod.
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