If I Can
If I can perfect my faith
Thy Grace is sure to come.
The more I give to Thee
The more I absorb Thy Balm
That heals my bosom's pangs.
Without Thy Love supreme,
Nothingness all I am—
A dark and barren dream.
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If I CanIf I can perfect my faith Thy Grace is sure to come. The more I give to Thee The more I absorb Thy Balm That heals my bosom's pangs. Without Thy Love supreme, Nothingness all I am— A dark and barren dream. |
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