Thy grace abounds in the deepest waters
Thou sov'reign hand will beest my own compass
The trails of the filthy, faded walkers
Thee has't never failed and thee shall come to pass.
I know yond old things has't hath passed away
But thy big loveth has't did stay the same.
Thy constant grace does not remain so grey
Things yond we thought were dead has life aflame.
Thee delight in showing the great mercy
And mercy triumphs over the judgement.
When choosing th're is nay controversy
Thou art making things with full of moments.
Mine own father keep his vows, his style
Mine own comforter who give me a smile.
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