As The Deer Panteth For The Waters
So My Soul Longeth After Thee
You Alone Are My Heart’s Desire,
And I Long To Worship Thee
You Alone Are My Strength, My Shield
To You Alone May My Spirit Yield,
You Alone Are My Heart’s Desire,
And I Long To Worship Thee
The sin which is not too great to be forsaken, is not too great to be forgiven (Thomas Horton).
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