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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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