"I have a heritage of joy
That yet I must not see;
The Hand that bled to make it mine
Is keeping it for me.
My heart is resting on His truth
Who hath made all things mine
Who draws my captive will to Him
And makes it one with Thine. "
- A. L. Waring
That yet I must not see;
The Hand that bled to make it mine
Is keeping it for me.
My heart is resting on His truth
Who hath made all things mine
Who draws my captive will to Him
And makes it one with Thine. "
- A. L. Waring
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