My faith would lay her hand On that dear head of thine, While like a penitent I stand And there confess my sin. 4 My soul looks back to see The burdens thou didst bear When hanging on the cursed tree, And hopes her guilt was there.
Village Hymns for Social Worship, Selected and Original: Designed as a ... - PÓgina 108
per Asahel Nettleton - 1824 - 480 pÓgines
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