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THE DESERT SPRING "Oh, no, my lord, she cannot stay; Cast out this bond maid with her mocking child, For they cannot be heirs with thine and mine." BOX DOT ORG BY LIEAN O NO MY LORD SHE CANNOT STAY CAST OUT THIS BOND MAID WITH HER MOCKING CHILD FOR THEY CANNOT BE HEIRS WITH THINE AND MINE
power To comfort and to heal, His gentleness and sympathy In either woe or weal. Ring of his blood that speaketh Than Abel's, better things, And to the guilty conscience Sweet peace and pardon brings. Ring how he burst death's fetters In rising from the grave, And from its lasting bondage Will all his people save. Ring how he intercedeth And ever lives above For all who trust and serve him, Rejoicing in his love; Of the many mansions he's prepared Of everlasting rest, Whose joys no tongue can utter Nor tell how glad and blest. Awake, then, to your duty, O church of Christ, awake! Behold the beauty of their feet Who the glad tidings take! Reach out and ring the bells of heaven; Blest be the hands that give The truth, that all who listen May hope and joy and live! Ah, 'tis a wondrous story! Good news to all the world! The gospel means glad tidings Wherever 'tis unfurled. Great God, impart thy Spirit That all who love their Lord May see in life a flitting hour To obey and speak his word.   THE DESERT SPRING BY NANNIE REBECCA GLASSE READ FOR LIVER 
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