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Lord, It Is My Chief Complaint, That My Love Is Weak And Faint; Yet I Love Thee And Adore, Oh For Grace To Love Thee More!

All Truth Is Precious, If Not All Divine; And What Dilates The Powers Must Needs Refine.

An Epigram Is But A Feeble Thing - With Straw In Tail, Stuck There By Way Of Sting.

What Is There In The Vale Of Lifehalf So Delightful As A Wife;when Friendship, Love And Peace Combineto Stamp The Marriage-bond Divine?

God Moves In A Mysterious Way, His Wonders To Perform. He Plants His Footsteps In The Sea, And Rides Upon The Storm.