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He tenderly draws and invites Me, mind you each one of us He loves, comforts protects and delivers us, from all confusion[s] embalms our oppressed sorrows Hold on to your peace and endure without doubt your tribulations Talk to him with a clear conscience dont worry who is with you Or against you, He's to be the only object of your hope and assurance No man's malice can hurt Let God be your Epitome your["eye"] "i" [I] specialist
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Mar 27, 2011
Mar 27, 2011 at 10:36 PM UTC
The Object Of His Love
He tenderly draws and invites Me, mind you each one of us He loves, comforts protects and delivers us, from all confusion[s] embalms our oppressed sorrows Hold on to your peace and endure without doubt your tribulations Talk to him with a clear conscience dont worry who is with you Or against you, He's to be the only object of your hope and assurance No man's malice can hurt Let God be your Epitome your["eye"] "i" [I] specialist
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Mar 27, 2011
Mar 27, 2011 at 10:36 PM UTC
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