Exalted
In Christ the solid rock I stand
Brittle clay in tender hands
Through grace, love, and mercy abound
I am not lost, but I am found
For the wages of sin is hell
So it is said, so I shall tell
Christ crucified for me
I know now what I am to be
Slave to master
Sheep in pasture
To live is Christ, to die is gain
So I shall say in sorrow and pain
I in spirit am one of His sons
I thank God for all He has done
For whoever believeth in Him shall not perish
These twenty five words is what I cherish
Genesis through Revelation
These the thoughts when tempted by temptation
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