Whence are the armies which He leadeth, while of His glory they sing?
Classic Hymns
How precious did that grace appear The hour I first believed!
Springs
A kind word to the boorish In the midst of a nascent inferno Would definitely flourish Like a seed that is sown
Yonder
This is only possible as the cross' power does redemptive partition
Glad Tidings
Something is wrong, I've lost my sight
