Memories of Childhood's Slavery Days by Annie L. Burton
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Guide me, O Thou great Jehovah, Pilgrim thro' this barren land; I am weak, but Thou art mighty; Hold me with Thy pow'rful hand; Bread of heaven, Feed me till I want no more. Open now the crystal fountain Whence the healing waters flow; Let the fiery, cloudy pillar Lead me all my journey through; Strong Deliverer, Be Thou still my strength and shield. When I tread the verge of Jordan, Bid my anxious fears subside; Bear me through the swelling current, Land me safe on Canaan's side; Songs of praises I will ever give to Thee. Christ receiveth Sinful Men Sinners Jesus will receive; Sound this word of grace to all Who the heav'nly pathway leave, All who linger, all who fall. |
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