Oh refuge of my hardened heart Oh fast pursuing lover come As angels dance around Your throne My life by captured fare You own Not silhouette of trodden
Oh refuge of my hardened heart Oh fast pursuing lover come As angels dance around your throne My life by captured fare you own Not silhouette of trodden
Translation: Jars Of Clay. Hymn.
day she got married That's the last we saw of her I can't remember her face at all And I don't know why but Claire Monet I miss you Claire Monet went
I was walking in Savannah past a church, decayed and dim When slowly through the window came a plaintive funeral hymn My sympathy awakened and a wonder
He has washed us with his blood He has washed us with his blood He has washed us with his blood He will bring us home to God Based on a hymn by John
of mortal clay. III Say Heav'nly Muse, shall not thy sacred vein Afford a present to the Infant God? Hast thou no verse, no hymn, or solemn strain, To
the streets of Laredo As I walked out in Laredo one day I spied a young cowboy dressed up in white linen Dressed up in white linen as cold as the clay
Dear Lord, as we prepare our hearts to receive a word from You Please accept our praise and receive this hymn as our offering to You Here we are in great
I was walking in savannah past a church, decayed and dim When slowly through the window came a plaintive funeral hymn And my sympathy awakened and a wonder
