Coming to the King by Frances Ridley Havergal
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God is Love, His mercy brightens All the path in which we rove, Bliss He forms, and woe He lightens, God is Light and God is Love Chance and change are busy ever, Worlds decay and ages move, But His mercy waneth never God is Light and God is Love. Thine eyes shall see the King Thine eyes shall see! Yes, thine, who, blind erewhile, Now trembling towards the new-found light dost flee, Leave doubting, and look up with trustful smile. Thine eyes shall see! Thine eyes shall see the King! The very same Whose love shone forth upon the curseful tree, Who bore thy guilt, who calleth thee by name Thine eyes shall see! Thine eyes shall see the King, the Mighty One, The many crowned, the light-enrobed, and He |
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