Love Thee more
Keep my heart poor
As beggar that bends
his knees and pleas
for grace
before Thy glorious door
For if only in our distress
We could prize Thee
better then to hug
the ashes
of our ruins
but love Thee more---
than to feast upon
our wealth and forget
Thee, Lord.
As beggar that bends
his knees and pleas
for grace
before Thy glorious door
For if only in our distress
We could prize Thee
better then to hug
the ashes
of our ruins
but love Thee more---
than to feast upon
our wealth and forget
Thee, Lord.
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