What language shall I borrow
To thank Thee, dearest Friend,
For this, Thy dying sorrow,
Thy pity without end?
Oh, make me thine forever!
And should I fainting be,
Lord, let me never, never,
Outlive my love for Thee.

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  1. man, i love these poems u're stuffing onto your page. keep posting 'em! =D

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  2. all thanks to Ravi Zac. He gives a lot of these illustrations in his podcast

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