Beasts of the Field
Come o ye faithful, the time is near
The Lord Jesus is coming
His words I hold dear
And His songs of grace I find myself humming
For ‘Tis grace that saved me
This I know to be true
I am undeserving of such love, and for this I praise Thee
My soul was of darkness, did this, He renew
I am forever moved by such vast love
And surely my thanks, I lend to Him
My soul now flies freely, like that of a dove
Surely as my cup runneth over, His blessings do fill to the brim
Surely He watches over us, and good fruits He does yield
Just as the birds of the air, and the beasts of the field
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