| My Thanks |
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Across the seas, in lands beyond, The saints and martyrs glow. How can I stand before your face With those who suffered so? When I've forgotten e'en to pray For them for days ~~ for weeks; And I have suffered nothing For the kingdom that I seek. What joy 'twould be to clasp the hand Of one who stood for You; Nor ere denied one single word Of Yours they knew 'twas true; But can my eyes e'er look in theirs? (For they have given all) ~~ And I, who could, can scarcely seem To speak Your name at all. Oh, God! I can but wonder ~~ For I love those saints so true, ~~ I've never suffered for Your sake, But, Lord, I love You too. Help me, gracious Lord, to do And say the things I should; To stand for right and ne'er deny One portion of Thy word. One glorious day we'll stand before Thy throne and see Thy face; Hand in hand we'll marvel at The wonder of Your grace. Thank You, Lord, that time will be Measured never more; And I can take eternity To thank those I adore! |
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