Without Hm
what a mundane world it will be
If we all live without his grace reccieve
For pain wolud be our gain
For we are not in the redemption train
No one to call upon when tempest arise
For sin and satan will ever chastise
No hope for tomorow nor grace to stand
For without hin is without his saving hand
A minuite of joy and tears of a million hour
Restlessness and troubles will abound for lack of his pow'r
No moment to have A glimpse his glorious radiance
Nor percieve his glory and etrenal fragrance
What a mundane world at the end will be
For those who lived without him.
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