Coming to the King by Frances Ridley Havergal
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Is wonderful indeed
I go when I am mourning The loss of loved ones near He speaketh words of comfort sweet, He doth my spirit cheer I go when I am fearing The cruse of oil will fail He sendeth me the needful means And thus doth prayer prevent Cecilia Havergal [Illustration] My King and Master. Christ my King, my Master, let my whole life be, Spent in blessed service only until Thee Let me serve Thee gladly, That the world may know 'Tis a happy privilege, Thee to serve below. |
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